Author's Note: Kinda short, but I'll have another one posted within the next day or so I'm sure. Thanks to my new beta reader BluCrayonsRTasty!

Chapter 25: Secrets and Lies

"My daughter?" Micky echoed his stomach twisting in knots. The gun being pressed into the back of Mike's head didn't help things. "I don't have any children."

"You had a baby with Rose," Claire smiled still straddling Rose. "That's why you ran away from us."

"I told you that baby died," Micky said hoping the fear wasn't showing on his face. "And I don't even know if it was mine."

"Of course it was," Claire smiled. "Let's see...who fucked Rose in the months before you left? Chucky, but we just said he was sterile so it couldn't have been his. Your other brother Philip, but it turns out he's just as sterile. And there's that boy Max who, poor thing, just could barely get it up enough to shoot anything out. And finally you. So, yes, Micky. That baby was yours."

"It doesn't matter," Micky said. "The baby died. Stillborn. We buried her."

"Where?" his uncle asked.

"I don't remember," Micky answered.

"You mean to tell me you don't remember where you buried your little baby girl?" Eichmann asked in mock shock.

"I was a little busy running and hiding," Micky said.

"Try and remember," Claire smiled. "Rose, sweetie, do you remember?"

"Fuck off, Claire," Rose said. "Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."

"Don't be naughty, now," Claire said moving to wrap her hand around Rose's throat.

"Stop!" Mike exclaimed. "Leave them alone! Don't you get it? They knew that even if the baby survived, they'd have to give it up. They never let themselves get attached to her, so when she died, they just buried her and moved on!"

"They told you about her?" Eichmann asked Mike as Claire loosened her grip on Rose's throat. "Did they tell all of you about her?"

"He told me that's why he escaped," Mike said. "That he didn't want any harm coming to that baby. But it didn't matter, because she died in the end."

"Did she have your eyes, Micky?" Eichmann asked smiling over at Micky, "or did she have yours, Rose?"

"Doesn't matter," Micky said. "She's dead. How many times do we have to tell you that?"

"Now why don't we believe you?" Claire asked.

"I don't care whether you believe us or not," Rose said.

"Well, if she's dead, you have no bargaining chip, do you?" Eichmann smiled.

"Please, I'll give you whatever else you want," Micky said getting panicked. He couldn't risk his friends, but he couldn't let them know Hope was alive either.

"We really don't want anything else," Eichmann said. "Other than to watch you suffer. To make you pay for what you did to my son."

"And what you did to me," Claire said pulling a knife out of her back pocket. She was still on top of Rose and had the look in her eye that Micky knew all too well. "You drugged me, you little bitch. You aren't going to get away with that."

"No!" Micky yelled and launched himself at Claire to protect Rose. He knocked her off the other side of the bed, but unfortunately fell on the knife, causing it to slice his stomach open.

"Bad boy, Micky!" Claire spat as she sat up but smiled when she saw the blood on his shirt.

"She didn't drug you," Micky said trying to hide how much pain he was in. "I did. I slipped you those drugs. I swear. She had nothing to do with it. She didn't even know about it. I swear."

"You swear?" Claire asked lifting up his shirt to look at his wound. She placed her hand over it and pushed causing more blood to come out and more pain to erupt through Micky's stomach. He couldn't help it; he screamed in pain.

"Neither of us knew anything about it," Sarah said sitting up on the bed. She'd been so terrified before when his uncle had first walked in, but seeing Micky injured must have given her a renewed sense of courage. "He just woke us up in that hotel and told us to be quiet. Then he uncuffed us and we all ran for it. We didn't know anything about it. Stop hurting him."

"See, Sarah, sweetie, that makes me want to hurt him more," Claire smiled and picked the knife up off the ground.

"Come now, Claire," Eichmann said. "They deserve a reward for at least telling us the truth about that. Let's let them be for now. Think about what they'll have to say to us tomorrow."

"You know how to spoil the fun, don't you," Claire said eyeing the blood on the knife as though it were dripping diamonds.

"We have plenty of time, Claire," Eichmann said.

"True," Claire smiled and stood up. "Better to drag it out anyway. Oh, and Rose, darling, you'll find some useful supplies in the medicine cabinet. Don't say we never gave you anything." Cole and Shirley let go of Mike, but not without Cole kicking him hard in the stomach first. Mike dropped to his knees and gasped in pain as the four made their way out the room. As soon as the door was shut behind them, Davy rushed over to Mike's side and Peter rushed to Micky. Sarah tried to stand, but Rose went to her telling her softly to sit back down; she was still suffering the effects of the drugs.

"Micky, you ok?" Peter asked.

"I've been worse," Micky answered truthfully.

"I'm fine, Davy," Mike said forcing himself to his feet. He looked a little green to Micky, but he looked like he'd be fine; nothing more than a bruised stomach and cheek.

"Get him onto that bed," Rose ordered and dashed off to the bathroom. Micky assumed she was looking for whatever useful supplies his mother had mentioned. Davy and Peter lifted Micky and set him gently on the bed as Rose instructed.

"Why would they leave us a first aid kit?" Davy asked spying the bag as Rose set it on the bed next to Micky.

"Because they want our wounds to heal," Rose answered. "We die from our wounds and they can't torture us anymore. That's why she taught us medicine."

"That's a little sick," Davy said. "But good all at the same time, I guess. So that means you can help Micky?"

"Yes," Rose answered. "This doesn't really look like that bad of a wound."

"Rose, just tell me you're ok," Micky said indicating the bruises on her face and throat.

"I'm fine," Rose answered taking a small bottle out of the bag and some gauze. "I've been worse. Don't worry so much about me."

"We're all fine, Micky," Mike said sitting down next to Sarah in Micky's place. Rose worked quickly and expertly at cleaning and dressing Micky's wound. She got the bleeding stopped and wrapped his stomach in a bandage before grabbing the flimsy sheets and pulling them over him. Once he was sure that Micky was fully attended to, Mike led Sarah over to Micky and helped her curl up next to him. Despite the pain he was in, Micky held her close to him and stroked her hair gently.

"Thank you, Sarah," Micky said. "You were very brave. I love you."

"Just rest, Micky," Sarah said wrapping her arms around him.

"Micky," Peter said softly after a few minutes of silence. "I know I said we should just give him what he wants to get out of here, but now that we know what he wants...please don't."

"Peter…" Micky started.

"No, he's right," Davy said. "Somehow he knows. Someone must have told him. Please don't give her up for us. Micky, promise us."

"I couldn't let anything happen to her," Micky answered.

"So she is alive?" Heather asked. "You lied to them?"

"Of course he lied to them," Mike answered. "And if you tell them that, I will make your life a living hell."

"Why would I tell them?" Heather asked.

"Why don't you tell us?" Davy asked. "It seems as though the only person they haven't hurt is you."

"Davy, not now," Mike said. "Let me deal with her; please."

"Fine," Davy muttered.

"Mike, you sure you're ok?" Micky asked noticing the blood forming on Mike's lip.

"Just a little cut," Mike answered. "Nothing I can't handle. Micky, what did you do to his son? What the hell happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Micky answered.

"Micky," Mike pushed. "You have to tell us. We're going to find out sooner or later. I'd rather hear it from you."

"You automatically think I did something bad?" Micky asked.

"Well, yes," Mike answered. "They want to torture you for it. You don't want to talk about it. And you never told me about it…you told me everything else."

"Not everything," Micky argued; he really didn't want to talk about it.

"The important stuff," Mike argued back.

"Micky, tell them," Sarah said softly kissing his chin. "They aren't going to think any less of you."

"You don't know that," Micky said.

"How could you even think we'd think any less of you, Micky?" Davy asked a little angry and a little shocked.

"Because…" Micky answered turning away from them; unable to face his best friends. "You all hate violence. Especially Peter. He's the biggest pacifist out of all of you."

"Micky, if there's one thing I know for sure, it's that you are one of the best men I know," Peter said. "We've been through this. Besides that, I am having a very difficult time trying to deal with all this. I even want to hurt these people right now; knowing what they've done to you and Mike. To Sarah and Rose. When I saw them pull Sarah into that room and I knew what they were going to do...I wanted to hurt them myself. Just to protect her. But I couldn't because I was tied up.I love you, Micky. If you did anything to hurt someone, I know there was a reason for it."

"Couldn't have said it better myself," Mike said. "Micky?"

"Micky," Sarah pushed again. "It's ok." Micky finally gave in, but he still couldn't look at his friends. He hated himself for what he'd done and he prefered to pretend it was nothing more than a nightmare.

"I didn't just hurt him," Micky sighed heavily. "I killed him."