In which Alison attempts an escape.


The rest of Cogman's shift passed without any more drama. Bandit left once she made sure I ate something, and had plenty of vitamins, while Cogman cleaned up the energon and stuffed the rags and cloths into his subspace until he could dispose of them. When I asked, he passed two into my cell, and I changed out of my dirty clothes, including my underwear, and washed them and myself best I could in the tiny sink, since I knew I was stinking. After, he encouraged me to sleep, what with all the excitement and using my powers for the first time in days. I agreed with that statement, and fell into a deep sleep quickly.

The next few days were no different than the ones I was used to; wake up, get mind raped, try to eat my cold breakfast, lay down until dinner, try to eat, try to sleep, repeat. Bandit didn't come, but I figured she was busy working with Cogman and N-Sync about the escape plan. I was starting to miss her company, however, as it became more and more of a struggle to eat even half of my meals. As I cleaned myself up on the third day, I realized I could count my lower ribs, and the skin on my arms was sagging a bit, and I almost had a panic attack. Even trying to sleep was difficult, with sudden throbs jolting me out of any doze I could fall into. I had a feeling this was intentional, as I found it harder and harder to corral my thoughts away from the pain, meaning the AllSpark was having to throw Herself into the fight much sooner than She had before.

About four days after meeting Cogman, I was preparing myself as Megatron carried me into the Fallen's chambers, but something felt different. The Fallen's EM field was as oppressive as ever, but instead of power and pride in it, it was melancholy. Even his posture was different, more slouched with a servo by his face, and his inner fires were dimmer.

Megatron knelt and held my cage, as usual, but the Fallen didn't dive in, or try to taunt me. He just sat there silent. I didn't dare do more than breath, just thankful for the short reprieve I was getting. I was sitting on the floor (after the third day I decided a slight blow to pride was better than bruised hands and knees) and had a hand wrapped around my dog tags, and I was focusing on the mental image I had tried to build up as a shield, of Mikaela and Bee, laying with me on a blanket on Bee's hood, star gazing at the lookout. We'd done that the last night before we moved to base for the summer, and it was honestly one of the most romantic nights ever. It was warm enough to not need a blanket, but with a breeze cool enough to not be sweaty. Mikaela wore her cute little white dress, and Bee had changed his holo to a dress shirt and slacks. I wore a white blouse, black vest and black skirt, and we had just had a dinner and movie date, which was a lot of fun. We were cuddling and exchanging kisses and-

"Where is Quintus?"

My eyes shot open and I looked at the Fallen. Did he actually say that? Where did that come from? I could feel Megatron's EM shift to confusion, just slightly before being hidden.

The AllSpark stepped forward to answer (the question was probably meant for Her anyway). "~I do not know.~"

"You do. You must." His servo fell to grip the arm of his throne.

"~Can you not sense her yourself?~" She raised our brow, challenging him somewhat.

The Fallen's EM field rippled with anger before dimming back to sadness. "No. Our bond, once strong, has broken. But your bonds do not break. A weak spark like the spy Ebonspark can hide her presence like a coward, but a Prime can never hide from you."

"~And yet Quintus's spark is. Her spark is not in the Well, but neither is she living.~" The AllSpark shook our head. "I last sensed her long ago, before your Father and I even created you, and as suddenly, she disappeared. She was born, and lived, and transported your weapons across the galaxy, jumping through time, and then she vanished again. I know not where, or when, she went to.~"

"But you can find her. With your full strength, no one with even a trace of a spark will be able to hide from you." The Fallen leaned closer, his EM field once more oppressing and heavy, but it was fanaticism woven through it. "We will find my daughter, and we will bring her home, and be a family again."

The AllSpark shook her head. "~No. No, we will not.~" And then She pulled back, behind the walls She had made for Herself, waiting.

"Yes, we will!" And that was all the warning before the Fallen dove into my head again. I screamed.

This was even more brutal than the last sessions, no longer a simple tracking of a trail, but actively searching, raking, digging for the memories he wanted. My usual tricks were not working. I shouted song lyrics while focusing on minute details in the memories he dug up. The spray of goo and the shine of the sun as Bumblebee ripped Ravage's spine from his back. The comic of Sideswipe landing on his aft when an explosion caught him off guard. The brutality of Optimus fighting in a forest, using Grindor's own blades and Starscream's own arm against them. Mikaela crying above Sam as Will and the medics tried to bring him back. The windswept mystic land of the Primes, who sent Sam back and gave him a restore Matrix, to save Optimus. The-

-AllSpark shoved him back and flooded by body with power. "~You go too far! Quintus is gone, you are mad, and you will NEVER get the Matrix!~" She glared at the Fallen for a moment longer, then just as suddenly retreated.

I collapsed, no strength in my arms to even hold myself up as my body convulsed with dry heaves. My hand hurt, and when I pried open my eyes enough to look down, I saw it had locked around my tags. I didn't even try to open it, I just laid there, trying to hold back tears.

The Fallen's EM seethed around me so fiercely I half expected to be broiled. "Take her away!" he ordered. "Stop her food rations. We shall see if true hunger will not finally convince her. She will break, or she will die!"

"Yes, my master," Megatron said, standing and walking out.

It didn't take long to return to my cell, but it took almost that whole time to convince my body to move to the door. I managed to crawl into the airlock, then eventually to my bed, but I couldn't even pull myself up. I couldn't. I leaned on the side, head in my arms. My tears came and soaked the blanket, while my chest hurt from my sobs. I had a feeling of violation this whole time, but this attack, it was so brutal. I couldn't. I couldn't. I couldn't.

I felt a ghostly hand over my hair, but I couldn't react to that soft comfort. I couldn't. I barely even flinched when a more solid hand touched my shoulder. "Alison," they whispered, and turned me to look up at that. It was a young girl, maybe fourteen, with long dark hair, pale skin, and blue eyes, kneeling next to me. Bandit.

"I- I can't." I breathed out, my voice hoarse. "I can't do this anymore."

"Yes, you can, Alison."

"No, I can't. I can't." A sob shook me. "He's cutting my food rations. I won't be able to keep him out. And if I do, he'll kill me." Another sob. "Please. Get me out of here. I can't. I can't."

Bandit looked horror-struck, and I didn't blame her. I'd been strong, but I couldn't. I couldn't. I fought Nitro, but I couldn't. I couldn't. I stood up to Starscream, to Megatron, but I couldn't. I couldn't.

I barely noticed as Bandit dragged me from the bed to the bathroom, along with the duffle bag. She propped me up by the toilet and first made me drink some water and vitamins. When I managed to keep it down after a few minutes, she pulled some of the remaining unspoiled snacks from the bag (the fruits and meat sandwiches all expired a few days after I arrived) and slowly fed me pieces of it, with more water and vitamins in between bites. As she did, she murmured assurances. "Don't worry, Alison. We'll get you out. Come on, another bite. Another sip, that's right. Some more vitamins. We won't let him break you."

I lost track of time, it seemed like my world had shrunk to that spot on the floor, just eating and drinking mechanically as Bandit instructed. My thoughts would try to wander, think of Mikaela and Bee or Optimus or Miles, but I'd snap them back to the present. I couldn't think of them. I couldn't leave an opening to let the Fallen in. I couldn't. I couldn't.

"Okay, Alison, one last thing." She pressed a square glass to my lips and started to tilt it as I opened my mouth. It tasted like I was sucking on a handful of change after biting my lip, eating a pack of pop rocks, and taking a sip of Mountain Dew without swallowing it. The shock of it jolted me from my disassociation, and I almost spewed it out, but Bandit covered my mouth and pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow it. Once I did, she moved her hand and I rocked forward, twisting to look at her.

"What the fuck was that!?"

She held up the square glass, and it was a small energon cube, about a third empty. "You need the energy for this, I had to feed it to you. You generate energon, so I knew it wouldn't kill you."

"You didn't need to feed it to me," I reached my hand out for the cube, then froze as her words clicked. "Wait, you mean…"

She smiled. "We're getting you out of here."

I smiled back, a small grin probably splitting my face. "Thank you." I took the cube and stuck my hand in it, the energon warming my hand as it was absorbed and I could feel myself becoming energized. I reached back and was comforted to feel the AllSpark draw a little closer, though it was barely more than a brushing of fingers before She retreated again. I handed the cube back to Bandit, and accepted her hand to help me to my feet. "What's the plan?"

"Carrier's caused a delay in your new guard coming, Cogman's relieved the old one temporarily. Long enough for us to get out of here." Bandit said, making sure I was steady before going to the vent. "You might want to step back, it's gonna get a little crowded in here.

I did, smiling at Cogman when I saw him look through the glass, and she lifted the vent cover free, sliding it down the wall. Her frame jumped down and she deactivated her holo as another shape followed. They and Bandit shifted into mech mode and I got a better look at them. They were about Bandit's height, mostly orange plating with indigo and black accents and red optics. Their arms were a bit longer than Bandits, and in them they were carrying a silver mecha.

"Hi, I'm Riser," the mech said. "Bandit's brother. We're here to rescue you."

I smiled at the reference, unintentional or not, then looked at the mecha Riser was carrying. After a moment it clicked who she was. "Is that the Pretender?"

Bandit and Riser looked at the Pretender then back at me. "How you know that?" Riser asked.

Shit, cover story. "Simmons's father had to fight her back in the sixties. Simmons saw part of it and mentioned her a few times. There aren't that many cybertronians who are the size of a human, and no way you'd bring Rumble or Frenzy here, even if Soundwave would let them out of his sight right now." I turned from them a moment to grab my overshirt, which was hanging on the wooden screen after being washed the night before. "So, is she in on the escape plan?"

"No, she's a major glitch and none of us like her," Bandit said. "She's under sedation right now, but I can force a configuration. Just stand still once your shirt is on."

I did and Bandit did something to the back of the Pretender's helm that made her optics open, and a scanning light ran over me. A minute later, she transformed into a perfect replica of me.

"Now we just tuck her in." Riser carried her to my bed, and tucked the blanket around her like I would around myself when I went to sleep. "And there. She'll be out of it for several hours, and we should be long gone by the time she wakes up."

"So Cogman's gonna tell the new guard that I'm just sleeping and no one should know anything until morning, if this goes well." I smiled. "Alright, what's next?"

"This." Bandit reached into the vent and pulled out a breathing mask and a silvery-white fabric lump. "Carrier's spent the last several nights working on this. She had to make some repairs and improvements to it, since it's thirty years old."

Now I was very curious, and gasped when she let the lump roll open. It was an Apollo moonwalk spacesuit, NASA patch included. It wasn't a mint condition museum piece, the places where wires and tubes would be were mostly gone, replaced with a silvery material, and it was obviously cut down a bit to be smaller, but I was certain it was real.

"Primus."

Bandit grinned. "Yeah, Carrier won this off one of Soundwave's crew in a game of Praxis Hold or Fold. She's updated the pressure and oxygen systems, though she couldn't find a replacement for the absorbent diaper, so if you need to relieve lubricants, do so now."

I laughed, both at the joke and of the memory of Bumblebee "lubricating" Simmons. Still, I did as she suggested, and then she helped me get the suit on. Even with it being cut down a bit, it was still very bulky, like if I was walking around in a snowsuit. I had to take off my boots and pants cause they didn't fit under the suit, but Riser put them in his subspace for me, so they didn't need to be left behind. He also grabbed the duffel bag, just in case.

Once we were set, I went to the glass to see Cogman. "You gonna be okay out here?"

"Of course," he said, and it was weird hearing his voice from Nitro's face, especially since he had said mech's disguised helm out. "I'll be with you soon, now go." He waved a servo at me before turning around and starting to gesture with the helm, muttering low about how brutally and heroically he cut "the scrap metal 'Bot's" helm off.

I went back to the vent, and Bandit and Riser helped me into it, before Bandit lifted and screwed it back into place. The vent was a decent size, changing from crawlspace to tall enough I could walk with a stoop after about five feet, where it ran into an intersection. I was a bit surprised, but then I remembered that "spying from the vents" was a legit 'Bot/'Con tactic in most continuities, so it made sense they'd be fairly roomy. In the intersection, there were doors on the left and right with just enough room for Riser and me, and a vent in front of me, which I could feel a breeze from. On the floor was a helmet and a life support system, not NASA original, but something sleeker and a bit more sci-fi. There was also a separate oxygen tank and mask, which Riser picked up first.

"Here," Riser picked it up and helped me put it on, sealing the helmet against the collar of the suit, and strapping the life support to my back and turning it on. Once he did, I took a deep breath and could taste the oxygen entering my body, a very dry taste without a distinctive flavor, kinda the opposite of water, in a way.

"We'll wait here a few minutes, while your suit pressurizes," Riser said. "Carrier said humans can get sick if we didn't."

I recalled stories of scuba divers getting hurt or even dying without getting used to low pressure, so I agreed and sat down, a bit awkwardly. My hand with to fidget with my tags, an automatic response nowadays, and I was a little disappointed when I realized I couldn't. I couldn't. "What's the plan from here?" I asked.

Bandit answered me, transformed into her alt mode in the short vent. "Follow the vents to the space bridge control room, wait for Carrier to set it up for us, then fly out of here like an Iacon soprano away from a cyber strix."

I had no idea what that metaphor actually meant, but I could assume. "Sounds like a plan."

We waited until the suit was pressurized and I was used to breathing the pure oxygen before Riser opened one of the doors and he and I crowded into the small airlock, being shut in for a moment before the outer doors opened and we walked out. It felt weird, cause the air was so obviously thinner than Earth's so there wasn't as much resistance to my movements, yet gravity was about the same, so it wasn't like I was bouncing along. The vent was also slanted slightly half the time, paralleling the halls outside, so I was walking uphill or downhill intermittently. And that wasn't even taking into account the suit's own mobility issues. Still, I managed to go along without too much issue.

Riser led the way, down a long straight away, then a couple turns, then up a shaft where he carried me on his back as he climbed, back down the other side of what I assumed had been a doorway or hall, then straight again. Bandit followed behind us, keeping a rear guard. As we moved along, I let thoughts that I had shoved away the whole time I was here fill my mind. Embracing Mikaela and Bee again. Hugging my parents tight. Playing with the hatchlings and the Eppses and Meghan. Sparring with- I cut that thought short, and moved on. Even the thought of doing paperwork with Optimus and Ella sounded like the best thing. The idiom "you never know what you have until it's gone" was very very true.

"Not much farther now," Riser said, pulling me from my thoughts. "We just gotta get past this intersection and we-"

"And you what, Riser?"

The three of us froze, as the sleek form of Ravage stepped into the intersection from our left. He tilted his helm at us, and I think was about to say something, but I moved faster, acting on instinct and a part of me that was yelling "I will not go back!"

My right arm snapped out ahead of Riser, thumb and first three fingers splayed, and Ravage was actually knocked back by the force of the EMP I sent his way. Riser lunged before he could recover, hitting the panther in the helm and knocking him clear of the intersection.

"This way!" He yelled and led us down the right hand path. Bandit and I followed as fast as we could, towards a vent that opened into a hallway. Riser stopped and twisted his arms together, transforming them into a cannon. He shot out the vent and jumped out.

Bandit stopped next to me, and lowered herself. "Get on!" I did, and ducked low as she jumped from the vent, hitting the floor running and turning the way we were heading.

Over our heads, an intercom came to life. "All troops, the Bearer of the AllSpark has escaped! Last seen in the-" It cut off before it could reveal our location, but Bandit and Riser still picked up speed until we reached an open doorway. It snapped shut practically on Bandit's tail, and I looked up to see where we were.

The room was fairly small, with two consoles, no windows, and only one door, where we had come in. Standing at one was a silver winged femme, tapping on it.

"I'm having to fight Soundwave for control of the comm system to keep them from organizing, one of you needs to program the spacebridge," she said without turning around.

"On it, Carrier," Riser said, and he jumped up to the other console to start running over the keys.

I got off of Bandit, and started looking around the room, but I couldn't see the two things I was expecting to see. I couldn't. "Where's Cogman, and the pillar?"

"Cogman is coming through the southern wing to get to us," N-Sync said. "The pillar is installed on a rise half a mile away. Once it's programmed, we'll need to get out as fast as we can, and we have to be the first ones through it."

"Why?"

"The program I developed for it will only transport the first people to enter to Earth. Anyone who follows will be scattered across the galaxy, but if we aren't the first ones through, that will be us."

I gulped a little as she laid that out. Right, no pressure then.

It was just a waiting game now. Bandit was still in her alt mode, but a large cannon folded out of her back and pointed at the door. I shifted into a combat stance and closed my hands to charge EMPs. The comms kept turning on and off intermittently, spewing static or the occasional word. I swear one of the bursts was "Vengabus" before it cut off.

I jumped when someone gave three hard knocks to the door, followed by a short pause and another two. "How are things in there? Everyone is scrambling like scraplets out here."

I relaxed slightly. Cogman, good, he was fine. "We-" VOP!

"Look out!" Riser called behind us, and I whirled around, an EMP leaving my hand as soon as I made out the shape of a seeker in the room. They stumbled back, and Bandit fired her cannon, hitting them in the head and they dropped. I saw black and purple plating and winced a bit, hoping I hadn't just killed Skywarp. I liked him, usually.

"What was that!?" Cogman asked.

"Skywarp. We've been made." N-Sync stepped away from her console. And I finally got a good look at her. She was tall and slender, very much the same frame type as her brother, and like him was silver. However, she had more visible accents, panels of indigo on her chassis, arms and legs, and was an outline on her wings, which were diamond shaped. She had a matching visor covering her optics, but from my angle I could see that underneath they were red. "Riser, are we locked in?"

"Yes, Carrier. I set it for a proximity activation of ten meters." Riser ran to her and jumped on her arm, climbing up to her shoulders.

"Cutting it close, but it will have to do." N-Sync let him settle on her back between her shoulders and wings, then knelt, holding a servo flat. "Come on, I've earned us some time, but Soundwave is still the better of us at hacking."

I climbed on her servo, while Bandit leapt and twisted in some possibly physics breaking way to wrap around N-Sync's waist. She stood and carried me out of the room.

In the hall, Cogman was waiting, with all of Nitro's weapons out. On his left arm was what looked like a fusion cannon similar to Shockwave's, while the other was a just as large cannon, but curved like the back of an insect, with a blade extending over the wrist and servo.

"I'll be the front line, my lady," he said. "No one will stand in our way, I promise that."

I smiled up at him. "Thanks, Cogman." I looked around, then at the wall across from me. "Think we can shoot our way out the walls?"

"Too much time" N-Sync said as she and Cogman started moving. "Megatron ordered the walls be made of the strongest material available, and had them stress tested before completion. Plus, that's not the actual control room, it was a minor communications hub."

I looked at N-Sync's shoulder. "Put me up there. I can use my EMPs from there."

"You'll be safer if I hold you."

"But up there, I can watch our backs. I won't be helpless in this fight."

N-Sync frowned, but did as I asked. I only now noticed she had some cable hair as she wrapped one around my waist, while her now free servo became a blaster. I held onto her with one hand and kept the other curled, ready to charge.

We snuck down corridors, Cogman checking cross sections and corners for us while I kept an eye on our backs. Overhead, the intercom spit static as Soundwave tried to break through N-Sync's blocks. Twice we had to double back and take side corridors to avoid oncoming searchers, once Cogman grabbed a lone one and cut his throat as I fired an EMP into his chest. He only twitched once after that and I would consider the implications of me having no sympathy or remorse for his death later cause now was not the time.

We were preparing to turn a corner when from around it came Ebonspark. Cogman immediately leapt at her, and she dodged to the left, turning and drawing her arm back for a strike. Unfortunately for her, her dodge put her right into my line of fire, and some of those emotions I was bottling up for later exploded out in what was probably my strongest EMP I'd ever made. It knocked Ebonspark back a foot and she dropped like a bag of bricks. Cogman raised his blade to strike and-

"Wait!"

Cogman froze and looked at me, and I could feel N-Sync give me a sidelong glance. "We don't need to kill her. Let's just move on."

"My lady, with all due respect, this cad has already tricked you once, for quite a long time. I'd rather not take the chance she's faking to come and shoot us in the back." Cogman raised his blade slightly, but I shook my head.

"Knock her out then, just... don't kill her. Please." I felt my eyes start to water and ducked my head, blinking furiously to push it back. It was stupid. Ebonspark kidnapped me. She almost killed Bee. She forced me to revive Frenzy, and literally handed me to Megatron on a platter. But she was also Asami, my trainer, my mentor, my big sister. I couldn't kill her. I couldn't.

I heard the sound of a blade retracting, and looked up to see Cogman lifting Ebonspark by her shoulder, then drew his arm back and punched her in the face, dropping her once he had. "Let's keep moving, we're almost out."

We moved on, but I couldn't help one last look back at Ebonspark's frame. I couldn't. She was prone, and not moving, but… was that a smile on her face? We turned the corner before I could take a second look.

We made a left turn and started up an inclined hallway when a door suddenly slammed behind us and the intercom finally cleared to Megatron's voice. ::All Decepticons, the Bearer is in the southeast wing. Intercept and capture her. She is assisted by Nitro Zeus and N-Sync. Do not allow them to escape.::

"Slag!" N-Sync said, and grabbed me as Cogman ran ahead. "I was hoping we'd get a bit further out. Hold on." She set me on the ground and transformed into her alt mode. She was some kind of Cybertronian jet, similar to what I recalled was Thundercracker's alt, though the exact differences I wouldn't be able to tell you. She opened a canopy on the front of her body. "Get in."

I did, scrambling up as fast as I could. Where I was was obviously not a proper plane canopy, it barely had a seat and harness, and no dashboard with monitors, dials or gauges. I didn't care, I just strapped in, and barely had I gotten the last strap tight before N-Sync took off, blasting down the hall. I barely got a glimpse of doors that were blasted through before we left the Nemesis behind and were in the air.

I gripped the edge of my seat, and oh, I'd had some rough take offs, but this was the worst. I was pressed into my seat while still sliding as N-Sync banked hard, and my eyes were locked on the skyline. We aimed for a mountain not far away, but it kept sliding back and forth in my view as N-Sync swerved left and right, fire trails crossing ahead of us. Cogman crossed in front of us once, though I couldn't tell you how I knew it was him. I couldn't. I barely had time to process all of this before we were on the mountain, then the air rippled before us and I felt like I was being compressed and stretched at the same time.

The stretching feeling stopped, but the compression remained, as the view before me changed from a dismal black rock to blue, green, white, brown. If I could have smiled or laughed, I would have. Earth. Home. But I couldn't. I couldn't.

The view outside started to disappear, as a line of orange fire crept over the canopy. The heat was intense, I could feel it even through my suit. My chest felt like it was being pressed under Bumblebee's pede, or held in Ebonspark's grip. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't. I saw black spots start to cross my vision, before I jerked forward as we slowed down very suddenly. I gulped, trying to get as much air in me as I could, and the black spots disappeared from my vision. Not too long after, there was another jolt and dirt flew past the window, then another and more dirt, then a last landing, with water splashing and steaming away. When we finally stopped, I didn't move. I just breathed. My mind was still catching up to my body. This, was this real? It felt real, but dreams can do that. Could it actually have worked? Was I home?

"Alison, are you okay? Alison?" N-Sync asked.

"I-I'm okay," I said, a little hoarse. "Just… catching my breath." I looked up and out the canopy. Right in front of me was clear, and I could see a castle not far away, while steam rolled up on the sides, with hilly green lawns and woods sprawling beyond it. There was also a tarmac not far to our right. "Now why couldn't we have landed over there?"

"Trust me, the dirt was kinder," N-Sync said, opening the canopy. "Wait a bit, I'm still running hot, even with this water helping."

"Did you aim for the pond?" I asked, taking my harness off.

"River, actually, and no, it was a lucky hit. I'm sorry about the fish, though."

I laughed, and leaned back. I was tired. I was elated. I started to laugh, deeply, hysterically, I was free. I was free. I was free.

"Alison. Alison. Alison!" N-Sync's last call broke through my hysteria, and I took deep breaths to calm myself.

"I'm okay, N-Sync," I said, reaching up and undoing the seal on the suit's helmet. It released, and I could instantly feel a difference in the air as I removed it.

"Good, cause we have some company coming."

I sat up, then stood when I couldn't see. I couldn't. A car was heading our way from the castle. "Oh boy. This will be a doozy to explain." I hauled myself out of the cockpit, and oh, N-Sync was right about her being hot, but the suit was holding, so I just ran down her nose to the ground. And then had to lean on her, taking fast deep breaths, as I felt like I suddenly couldn't really breathe.

The car stopped maybe ten feet away and a woman and a man stepped out. They were dressed fancy, so they probably lived in the castle. I hope they spoke English.

"Hi there," I said. Was it hot over here? "Sorry about that. We're... testing a new aircraft and we... had a malfunction." I had to keep pausing to take breaths. "My… department will… happily reimburse you for… the landscaping…" Why were there black dots in my vision?

"Are you okay?" It was a woman's voice.

"Yeah… I… just need… to catch…" I lost my grip on N-Sync's nose as my vision went dark. The last I knew was a pair of arms wrapping around me before I was out.


AN: She's free!... Or is she? Who are these people and what will they do. Find out next week on AllSpark, but let me know your guesses in the comments below.

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