Troy groaned to himself as he lifted his head up, immediately feeling a sharp pain in it. He raised his hand to his forehead, putting enough pressure on it to cease the pain. God, why was it throbbing so much?

He sighed to himself, wishing the previous events were just a dream. He remembered exactly what happened, to the moment he was injected once again. Then everything became a blur, until now, where he was fully awake, and very much alone.

If Gabriella was awake, she would be freaking out, that's for sure. She counted on the General, to help him, to help them, and there she was, knocking the both of them out. So much for trust issues.

"Fuck." He grunted, pressing a finger against the bruise on his neck. The skin was slightly lifted, in the same spot of the recent injection. That was sure to leave a nasty mark… over the other mark.

Shit, how the hell was he supposed to get out of this one now?

"Glad to see you're up, Troy." Troy's head quickly jerked to the side of him, but everything was still a blur. He couldn't see in the dark.

"General?" He questioned, blinking a few times. It was completely pitch black, he couldn't even see his own hands.

Suddenly, light filled the room, and Troy had a clear view of the General surrounded by two guards behind her. She actually looked upset. It was either for herself, or for Troy. He was going to go with herself.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions." She guessed, and Troy couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Obviously he had a lot of questions. He was thrown into this cell, accused of being a traitor. And more importantly, Gabriella wasn't there.

"How about we start with why you're here." She smiled, almost as if she read his mind. Troy instantly became angry when he thought of Gabriella. If she was feeling what he was feeling, he would kill the General, even if it meant he would be in more trouble.

"Where's Gabriella?" He couldn't hold it off any longer, he needed an answer. And if one wasn't given to him, he wasn't speaking a damn word.

"She's fine." She simply answered, her eyes focused on Troys face.

He wanted more than that. He wanted a location; so when he busted out, he could easily get to her.

"Where is she?" He asked again, this time adding a glare. She looked to wall of the small room that was completely covered in concrete. It was like a real jail cell, just minus the metal bars. Instead of those, it had automatic doors.

"She's in my office." He stared at her, wondering why the hell she would be there, and him here. What was the point of knocking her out, then?

"She didn't do anything." Troy quickly added, nervously waiting for her to agree.

"The evidence does not state that."

"What fucking evidence?" He angrily asked, happy to see her jump at his tone.

"Shall I just start from the beginning?"

Troy wanted to roll his eyes, he really did. But it seemed like she noticed how stupid that was to say.

"At first…I didn't want to believe it. Gabriella, with such an arrogant man, acting as if he was her whole world. I had to do some research, find out if it was actually true. I'm aware you know Kristen, someone who helped me very much with this case. She brought it to my attention that you two were an item, proof involved, and that's when I knew, both of you were traitors. I only thought it was you…If you had truly encountered Francisco, he would've killed you right away. And that's how I knew, when you came back alive, but just a little beaten. No one could get out alive if they faced Francisco..."

Troy growled, tugging at the handcuffs attached to a pipe, and connected to his hand. He wanted so badly to rip her head off, and Kristen's. But Kristen deserved it worse. Way worse.

"Gabriella was always a very good spy, I guess things changed when a scumbag gets involved. I had my very good friend bug her apartment, just to make sure Kristen wasn't wrong,"

The only person he could think of ever going into Gabriella's apartment while he was with her, was either Sharpay, Taylor…or the old lady. Troy mentally cursed to himself. It was so obvious, but yet he hadn't noticed. Old ladies don't just show up like that, issues or not.

"I heard Gabriella talking about you, laughing with you, speaking with you, and it was saddening to know the truth. So I had Kristen search your apartment, to prove my instincts right. You know what she found? She found Francisco's number, and his address." She finished it off with a shake of her head, closing her eyes in emphasis.

Troy was taken back, he couldn't actually imagine what Kristen was doing while Troy was knocked out. But now, he knew. She was searching his damn apartment the whole time, and Troy didn't bother to look hard enough to find things that were off.

"General-"

"Save it, I don't want to hear any more excuses, I have proof."

He had no idea how to explain himself now, if she wouldn't fucking listen to him. He had Francisco's information because Gabriella gave it to him to hold. It was for the side mission they were going to do to try and take down Francisco, and to find the real traitor. She was assuming it wrong, and didn't even bother to ask why he had the papers. Apparently, secretly trying to help the General, wasn't that great of an idea.

"Gabriella had nothing to do with it." If she wasn't going to let him explain, he might as well just give himself up.

"Love makes you do crazy things, Mr. Bolton. I'm sure she would agree." The General nodded, twisting her body around to leave.

She actually believed Gabriella would risk everything, for him?

Troy's eyes widened as she left the room, keeping her guards with Troy. They were walking closer to him, gripping their guns tightly to their chests.

"Ah, Bolton, I never saw you as a traitor type." One of them said, laughing lightly to themselves. Troy rolled his eyes, sarcastically nodding his head.

"Yeah, yeah."

"I didn't do anything!" She screeched, running a hand through her curly locks. She shifted in her seat, pulling at the handcuffs around her wrist, which was becoming horribly painful.

"I want to believe you, Gabriella, I really do." The General sighed, blowing a strand of hair away from her face.

"So why can't you? What reason have I given you to not trust me?" Gabriella wished she would she uncuff her, so she could find Kristen and kick the shit out of her. Then she could find Troy, wherever the hell he was. The General made it clear she didn't want to talk about him.

"Are you in love, Gabriella?"

Gabriella was shocked at the Generals words. Why the hell was she asking that? "Um, excuse me?" She asked in disbelief, narrowing her eyes.

"Are you in love?" She repeated, the same exact way she did before.

Gabriella sat there, her hand throbbing, her head aching, and her thoughts consuming her mind.

"I don't see how this-"

"Just answer the question, Gabriella."

She slowly nodded, immediately thinking of Troy. She was in love with him, more than she ever pictured herself loving someone. It was crazy to say you would die for someone, but Gabriella would. She would die for Troy any day. That's exactly how much she loved him. And sometimes, it sort of scared her.

"Then that's why I can't believe you."

"General, please-"

"You and Troy will be transferred to a government facility in an hour, and from then on I have no control over you two. I'm sorry Gabriella, I really thought you had potential." She sighed, slowly standing up from her chair. Gabriella stared with wide eyes, tears streaming down her face. She was going to a government prison?

"General-"

"Enough. Nothing you say will change my mind, it's done." She quickly walked out before Gabriella could say anything and slammed the door behind her, causing Gabriella to jump a little as she stared at the previous spot Caruso was in.

"Fuck me." She muttered, closing her eyes and letting more tears fall.

"Watch where you put your fucking hands, Gaylord." Troy spat at the guard behind him as he lifted him off the ground.

"Shut the fuck up, Bolton." The other guard said in front of him, his eyebrows going inward.

Troy felt more metal against his wrists as he was standing, and he winced in pain. "Fuck, want to make them any tighter?"

He heard a muffled laugh behind him, followed by a voice. "Yes, I do."

Troy grunted, feeling more pressure against his wrists when the handcuffs tightened around them. "Dick."

"Hey, watch it. I don't want to have to hit you for assault." Guard number one said, holding up his gun and grinning. Troy rolled his eyes.

"Walk, Bolton."

Troy didn't have a chance to move his feet before he was lunged forward, guard number two pushing against his back as he held onto his arms.

"Yes master." Troy mumbled under his breath, quickly closing his mouth when guard number one looked at him.

"Hey, so where are you fuckers bringing me?" Troy asked, a hint of sarcasm laced in his voice. He chuckled, loving the way the guard beside him glared.

"God, I'm so happy you're leaving." He heard behind him in a whisper, followed by the other guard laughing.

Troy gulped, not sure what they meant by that.

"Ah, is thee Troy Bolton, scared?"

"Where the fuck am I going?" He looked next to him, waiting for the guard to answer.

"You're going to prison my man." He grinned.

Troy's upper body froze, but his legs kept moving. What was going to happen to Gabriella?

And why the hell was he going to prison, for being a 'traitor'? Not even the real traitor deserved something like that.

Kristen happily smiled as she walked to the gym, reminding herself of the accomplishments she's done. She's managed to get both Troy and Gabriella locked up, for just being traitors. When really, they weren't even close to being traitors. She found some papers in Troy's apartment about taking down Francisco, but she decided to leave that part out when she showed the General. Troy broke her heart for a stupid spy, so he deserved this completely. As for Gabriella, she really couldn't care less what happened to her.

She giggled softly, remembering Gabriella's reaction when she saw Troy in a lip lock with Kristen. She went ballistic, pretty much going into depression. She didn't know why, but she was always somewhat obsessed with Troy Bolton, ever since she laid eyes on him three years ago. He may have denied that he loved her, but deep down, she totally knew he did. And that's why she stole another precious item from him, a beautiful heart shaped necklace she found in a box on his dresser. It was probably for Gabriella, but whatever, it fit her better.

"Ow, dammit." She frowned, looking down at the floor where she seemed to step on something. But before she could completely see, she felt something heavy press against her head.

"You move, I shoot."

It was exactly an hour, right on time, when guards came in for Gabriella. They were gentle with her, not cutting off her circulation on her wrists. She assumed it was because she knew one of the guards from a while ago, when she got into some trouble with Taylor. He liked her a lot, so it pained him to have to bring her away. He had a feeling she was innocent, but it was not his business to get involved.

"Am I going to stay there forever?" She murmured, twisting her head around to Mike, the guard. He frowned, but slowly nodded.

"Oh god." Gabriella sighed, shaking her head in denial. She wanted to have a family someday, with Troy. And now, she was going to be in prison forever.

"I'm sorry, Gabriella." He whispered behind her, truly meaning it all.

"I know." She responded, watching her feet as she walked.

When they reached the hallway, Gabriella recognized it as her favorite floor, the one with the dressing room. All the memories were flooding back to her, and it was making it worse.

Silently crying to herself, she looked up in front of her, her eyes widening when she saw three people emerge from the corner.

"Troy!" She shouted, jerking her body forward, but it came to halt when Mike tightened his grasp.

Troy looked to the side of him, a smile forming on his face when he saw Gabriella. It quickly faded as he looked her up and down, noticing the guard behind her, pulling her back.

He wanted to walk to her, engulf her into a large hug and never let go, but the guard holding him was just chuckling. He wouldn't let him get to her.

"Please, Mike." She turned around, managing to get out of his grip. He looked down at her, closed his eyes, and sadly shook his head.

"I can't, Gabriella. I'm sorry."

Her throat dried, and she felt as if she was choking on air. She wanted to feel his touch. It always made everything okay.

"I'll come right back-"

"No." He simply said, trying not to let her get the best of him. She nodded, looking down. Would she never be able to feel the warmth of his skin again?

Gabriella was back in the same position as before, being dragged down the hallway to the elevator. The guards with Troy decided it would be funny to make Gabriella wait until they were done with the elevator, so the couple wouldn't be able to see each other. That really pissed Troy off, possibly more than the General and Kristen combined. If he just got them distracted for a moment, he could kick the shit out of them, handcuffs still on.

"What the fuck is that?" Troy motioned toward the large truck in front of him located in the parking lot of the warehouse. The guards chuckled, not bothering to answer.

Troy has seen them in movies, where they transported the deadly criminals, but he's never seen one in person, right in front of him. And he was actually going to go in it. For being a 'traitor.' What the hell could he do that's so deadly that they needed something so..policey..?

"It's your ride."

Troy growled, looking at the truck directly next to it. Of course, he wouldn't be traveling with Gabriella. Figures.

"Will you be joining me?" He asked, doing his best to sound excited.

"Sadly."

Gabriella finally got out of the elevator with Mike after waiting forever, and he brought her to the parking lot, where she saw Troy slowly getting inside a police type truck.

"I'm sorry." Mike repeated behind her. She nodded, but still continued to stare at Troy.

Troy heard footsteps behind him, and he looked to the side, his body freezing when he saw Gabriella across the lot. He couldn't see very well, but he prayed to god she wasn't crying. He didn't want her upset, he didn't want her to think much about what was happening. Which was exactly what she was probably doing.

"I love you!" He shouted loudly, earning a hard push into the van. Both guards rolled their eyes at him, but Troy didn't have a comeback this time, he couldn't even speak. He would never see Gabriella again.

"Fuck..." He muttered to himself, letting a single tear fall down his cheek. He heard the laughter's of the guards, but did his best to ignore it.

"Pussy." One of them mumbled, nudging the other in the arm.

Troy gritted his teeth, looking at both of them. "If I ever get out of this, I will kill you both." He told them seriously, and angrily, they both shut up.

Gabriella heard Troy loud and clear telling her he loved her. She repeated it in her head, trying to get it implanted in her mind. She didn't want to forget the last words he spoke to her, even if she didn't get a chance to say them back. She wished she could've had a chance too, but he knew she loved him. Even if she didn't personally tell him.

"Come on." Mike said, slightly pushing her forward. She started walking and soon they both reached the truck, still next to the other one. God, she wanted to be able to see inside, but they were closed off completely. Just the thought of him inside made her go crazy.

Gabriella climbed into the truck, sitting opposite of Mike on the bench like seat. The doors slammed shut, startling Gabriella. Her ears suddenly became sensitive; in case she could magically hear Troy tell her he loved her again. The voice inside her head of Troy was fading, fast.

"You can cry, you know. " Mike softly told her, a small smile on his face.

And that's exactly what she did. She cried until the tears couldn't possibly escape her eyes anymore. She cried until she had a hard time breathing. She cried until she felt the need to puke. She just cried, not even caring that someone was watching her. She just cried…and cried some more after that.

"Gabriella…"

Gabriella looked up at Mike, her vision blurred from the tears. She must look like a wreck. "Mike…" She sobbed, crying harder. The car started, sending her slightly forward. It only made her want to cry more, now that they were actually getting a move on to the prison. It was almost time where she would spend the rest of her life alone.

"I wish-"

"Please, don't." She told him, feeling her tears seep into her mouth.

"Okay…" He nodded, closing his mouth to stop himself from speaking.

"Can you do me a favor?" She looked at Mike, slightly smiling when he looked back.

He quickly nodded again. "What is it?"

"Can you please tell Taylor and Shar-"

Gabriella was interrupted from continuing by a heavy impact sending the car tumbling over, repeatedly bouncing on the road; the sound of glass shattering echoed outside.

When the car finally came to a halt, landing on its tires, Gabriella groaned loudly, feeling a warm liquid travel down her forehead. She blinked a few times, looking around the damage inside, and gasped silently when she saw Mike unconscious on the bench. He managed to stay in the same spot, whereas Gabriella ended up laying on the floor.

"Mike!" She yelled, squirming on the floor with her hands behind her back. She was surprised she wasn't even dead. And she hoped Mike wasn't either.

"Mik-" She was about to scream out his name, when she heard the doors open and light filled the area, nearly blinding Gabriella.

A figure stepped inside, his feet making a loud sound against the metal floor. Gabriella looked up at the person, gulping loudly.