A/N: Three and One ready for more action! R&R :)

P.S. Three would like to say if you have not read Hex Hall, which is AMAZING, (Seriously, I had a co-owned blog on it with a friend), then you may find Archer and the Eye a bit strange. We decided to put them in, and at first Archer was just sort of an inside joke. Then I reread Archer Cross quotes, fell in love with his sarcasm, and we thought the Eye would make a good shadow-government elitist group of Jeanine's. Look up Wade Poezyn if you are curious on what we imagine him as.


****Lilly's POV****

I have a massive headache. I already vowed not to drink tea, must I really take alcohol completely off the list as well? One little game of truth or dare sends me passed out? Then I begin to remember the kiss between Archer and I in the closet…

I shoot up, bunking my already throbbing head on something hard. Someone mutters something, and I register that Archer has been sitting beside me while I rest on a white cot. The small room I'm in is clean enough, but it's dark and depressing. Archer gives me an unreadable look which strobes in and out of my focus. I put a hand to my forehead and am grateful my wrists aren't bound. I suppose Archer being in here is security enough. I give him a cold look before deciding to speak.

"Always in the way, aren't you?" I ask rhetorically.

He purses his lips together and his eyes resemble marbles; cold and hard. It isn't the kind of look that tells me to shut up though, it's more like he doesn't want to acknowledge the truth. I

rush to get up, only to feel light-headed and as though I'm about to fall. I try to catch myself, but my knees give out and Archer is forced to help me. He wraps an arm around my waist with ease and slides me back on the cot.

"I wouldn't say I'm in the way…" he says. I scoff and turn away from him.

"Hey," he says, directing my attention back to him. "Do you want this or not?" he asks, holding a needle filled with a clear liquid.

I squint and expect him to make a comment on my Erudite glasses, but he doesn't. It looks like pain medicine. Either that or a truth serum, I can't exactly tell.

"What's going to happen to me?" I ask him instead.

"You're going to be put on trial. Listen, they would have found out you knew one way or another, so I just sped things up. I knew that if I told them right away, they'd be more lenient with you. You'll be put under truth serum-"

I hold up a hand. "Wait," I say, "That's what's in that needle, isn't it?"

He looks down guiltily. He rubs the back of his head, revealing his arm muscles. "Yeah."

I push back my hair and close my eyes. "Just get it over with."

I feel his hand grab my chin, and my eyes snap back open, making me a little dizzy. "You know you could die if you don't say the right thing."

It's a statement, and to be honest it chills me to the bone. But I pretend not to be bothered. "Just. Stab. Me."

He looks at me for a minute, then laughs. "I don't think that had your intended effect."

I roll my eyes and wait for the needle to slide under my skin. When it does, I feel a rush of something cold coursing through my veins. I feel my mind get cloudy and have a lot of things coming from my mind to my mouth.

"Archer," I start. He gives me a sideways look while he cleans the needle, reminding me of when he gave me a tattoo. I want to say to him that I care about him. I want to ask him if he cares about me. I want to tell him I love him.

"Was I just part of some Eye agenda?" I don't think about the repercussions of my question until it leaves my mouth. I keep my mouth shut and wait for his response.

He shakes his head, looks down, and then meets my eyes again. "Believe it or not, you weren't. They told me to befriend the Erudite spies, but I think we could be considered more than friends."

"It's complicated," we both say at the same time.

I notice he has a gun in his pocket. His eyes fall to where mine are resting. Before he can say anything, the door bursts open. Jared appears, shirtless and bruised, his wrists red and raw from being tied up. I want to ask him what happened, but he speaks first.

"Lilly, we have to go," he says.

"Where do you think you're taking her stiff?" Archer asks, almost possessively.

"Everything Jeanine has said is a lie," he says, "She has filled us with fake memories."

"How so," Archer says, cradling a pistol in his hand.

"How so? That is the question you ask? You can't just kidnap Lilly like that!" Jared says, starting to look like he has tears in his eyes. I'm not sure how to process the new information. I glance over to Archer and see the Eye tattoo. For some reason, when I see it and Jared at the same time I go into a flash back.

I sit in a room Jared and I share. I see a 6 year-old sitting on a bed leaned over a notebook doodling. The 6 year-old is Jared. "Watcha drawing Jer?" I ask wanting to know what my little bro is doing.

"I'm drawing the symbol I had drawn earlier that mommy is going to use for the Eye," he says smiling. Once he finishes the drawing he flips the notebook towards me and I am memorized by the drawing. It is gold, a sort of metallic tint that makes it shine. Usually I would be jealous that Jer would get to do something I don't, but it is the most perfect fit for the group. I am in love with the drawing.

"Jer," I say, "It's beautiful! I love it!" I say in awe.

I go to bed that night to wake up the next morning to see that Jer had been sleep walking, or well sleep drawing the symbol all over the wall. And I see ink on my hand too. I had been helping him and mommy probably wasn't going to be happy. The image was just so mesmerizing.

Archer doesn't notice that I too have zoned out, and is waving his hands in front of Jared. Jared was right. Jeanine has fed us lies. We are living fake lives. She has kept so much from us. Jared must have gotten a flashback like me.

Archer is too engrossed with how Jared got through the guards to worry about me. Upon seeing the opportunity, Archer fires at Jared's neck. I shout out, "Nooo!"

Archer looks at me, a strange glint in his eye. He crosses the room to grab me, but I lean back instinctively.

"Stay away!" I warn, staring at his gun.

He doesn't listen.

He holds out the gun to me, finger on the trigger. I gasp and put my hands to my face. He pushes them away, holding both of my wrists in the other hand.

"Stay the hell away from me!" I shout.

He pauses. I've never cursed in his presence.

He hands the gun to me, and I open the cartridge to find a purple liquid. I look back up at him. My eyes widen as I realize what it is. When I look up at him to ask if it's what I think it is, simply a knock-out drug, his face is closer than I realized.

He puts his thumb on my lip, and then his own meet mine. Despite myself I kiss him back. I remember Jared passed out on the floor. I pull away and look at him, then also out the door.

I feel like I've kissed Archer before. Even before we met. I think I remember, but I can't be sure.

"Archer, you remember what Jared said? I remember."


A/N: For other character's appearance pictures, please read on:

Jay- Elias Drake

Jared- Mitch Hewer + Freddie Stroma

Lilly- Emily Rudd

Matt- Matt Bellamy (obviously…)