Note from forevermagik13: Hey! So, guess what! You didn't think we'd leave you hanging there, now did you?

Note from rarmaster: need an authors note for LAST chapter? Nah! Last chapter had nothing exciting happen! It was only leading up to this!
and THIS? do I have anything to say on it... *thinks for a second* not really, actually. I think I HAD something, but I forgot it now...

Alpha arrived in the computer room to quite the shock. 37 was already there, fiddling with the computer. His eyes narrowed into a glare, watching as 37 typed away at the computer. He could have sworn he had password locked it.

Then again, he had heard that 37 had always been good with computers, so he wouldn't be surprised if he was an experienced hacker.

"You really need to be quicker about this," 37 laughed, catching Alpha out of the corner of his eye. He did not turn to him though, and just continued typing. "Though, I suppose it won't matter after this, because as soon as I'm done here, the Rebellion won't be much of an issue."

It was then that Alpha glimpsed the program that 37 had up on the computer.

It was the Replica Archive.

He's planning to disable all of us! Alpha realized, watching as 37 moved on to another window and started typing the same code that he had entered everywhere else. Alpha swallowed, grateful that the "Mass Disable Program" had been disposed of long ago. The "Mass Editing Program" hadn't been, though. So as soon as 37 hit the right key, all the Replicas that he had marked for Disabling would fall.

"You can't do that," Alpha said, though he felt like an idiot for not coming up with something more… original to say.

"Of course I can," 37 replied, rolling his eyes. "What do you think I'm doing right now?"

"I mean, I won't let you," Alpha said. And then he closed his eyes, trying to recall the simplest Illusion that he could do without actually summoning his Lexicon.

The room shifted, changing to a completely white space. 37 stopped typing, as there was no longer a computer for which he could type commands into. Well, there might have still been, but he couldn't see it. And he wouldn't dare type blindly, for fear of a mistake.

But… he had already marked Alpha for Disabling. If he could only hit the enter key…

He slowly placed his fingers on where the keyboard had been, and was relieved that he could still feel it.

The first step to an illusion is making a person see what isn't there, Alpha recited to himself. The second step is to make them believe in what they see, no matter how fake it may be…

And suddenly, 37 found no keyboard beneath his fingers. He frowned and turned to Alpha, who stood there with a slight smile on his face.

That little… 37 thought. He shook his head and focused on reminding himself of the fact that this was only an illusion, and that the keyboard was stillthere-

"Alpha!" someone cried.

The illusion broke as Alpha turned around, wondering who in the Worlds could be interrupting him, and feeling slightly upset that he had been distracted. Thistle stood there, looking panicked. Alpha groaned.

"Thistle, whatever it is, I don't have time for it," Alpha said, trying to remain patient. He could hear 37 typing again, and was glad that 37 hadn't already initiated the changes he had made. "Do you not see 37 trying to get into the-"

"I came to warn you about 19!" Thistle gasped.

Alpha stopped short and frowned.

"Tulip's killed 22, and 19 isn't happy at all," Thistle explained, trying to calm himself down as he said it. He had, however, caught sight of what 37 was doing, and it wasn't helping his nerves at all.

"Is he planning on heading this way?" Alpha asked.

Thistle nodded.

Alpha made a face. He wasn't too about how he felt towards an angry 19 trying to avenge his little brother coming this way. And there wasn't much time to worry about it, either. 37 would have to be done any minute-

"What did you do to Tulip!" came 19's angry shout, as he barged though the hallway over to them. He shoved Alpha aside, so he could glare at 37.

"What does it matter-" 37 began, but was stopped as 19 was suddenly at his throat.

"I helped build Tulip," 19 hissed. "And I know he was never a good fighter, he never really needed to be, but that doesn't give you the right to rewrite him!"

"Since when do you have the right to tell me what I can and can't do?" 37 sneered. "Vexen is no longer in charge of the Program. And I have permission straight from Saix-"

"You turned him into a killer!" 19 shouted. "A killer! It would have been bad enough if you had only edited him so he believed he worked for Saix, bad enough if you had fixed his slight lapses in fighting, just so you had another fighter on your side, but you had to turn him into a killer! Someone who spends the entire battle searching for enemies caught off guard, only so he can take them down-"

"It- it wasn't my idea!" 37 stammered, fear in his eyes now. "Larxene L suggested that we-"

"And why did you listen to her!" 19 screamed. "We all know that ideas of anyone who thinks like Larxene are typically faulty! It doesn't matter if this one actually worked-"

The fear in 37's eyes was replaced by anger. "The past three ides she has suggested turned out perfectly fine!" he protested.

And I bet it was her idea that he try and Disable the entire Rebellion,Alpha thought. Then he gasped slightly in shock, noticing something. All though 19 had 37 pinned to the wall, 37 could still reach the computer. And currently, he was about to hit enter-

Thinking quickly, Alpha did something he wouldn't have dared to do had this been any other circumstance. He unplugged the computer.

37 swore.

Alpha smiled slightly.

"What's taking you so long!" a demanding and slightly whiney voice called. "I gave you all the time you could possibly need to Disable the Rebellion, and yet they're still -"

Larxene L stopped short, glancing at the scene around her. Her eyes fell first on the scared-for-his-life Thistle, who she rolled her eyes at, then on the completely blank computer screen, which she glared at, and then her eyes finally rested on 37.

She sighed.

"Never send a man to do a woman's job," she muttered.

"YOU!" 19 shouted, turning on her. "It was you-" he took a step towards her, ready to attack. "You're the one who-"

He never got the rest of that sentence out. 37 had taken this opportunity to summon his shield and bash 19 over the head. 19 crumpled to the ground, effectively knocked unconscious.

Alpha frowned at 37. "That was uncalled for," he said, or rather, triedto say. About halfway through the sentence, a jolt of lightning went through him, and what was left of his sentence came out slurred.

No wonder Riku hates lightning so much… Alpha found himself wondering, as he, too, crumpled to the ground. He could feel his consciousness starting to fade, and swore to himself. But before his conscious faded completely, he caught the oddest bit of conversation:

"Darling, I could have handled that myself," 37 said, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Of course, sweetie," Larxene L laughed, sounding like she didn't believe him at all.

I had to have heard them wrong, Alpha thought. The lightning's messing with my brain, or-

And at that, he lost consciousness completely.