(Okay people this story is about a lot of different people, but bear with me! It is all PART of the full story. They all have an important part. THis is Spencer /Ian but before you all go read another fic remember, They have a Very important role in later chapters! (and we fixed their looks up a bit in the fanart section of my site ^_^) Trust me! Eventually I will have pics for this fanfic up on my site. Until then just bear with me please! This is amazing my fave chapter so far! ^_^please read and review!)


~Take me by the hand,

Take me somewhere new...


I dont know who you are but I...

I'm with you...~



"Keep Running!"

"I'm trying, but I'm tired."

"I know Ian, just a little further. A little more and we will be alright."

Spencer was just as tired as Ian. This running had been going on all night! But they had to keep going. If they could make it onto the train, they would be fine. It was just a matter of catching up to the BBA official waiting for them at the train station. They decided that the train was the best chance of escape right now. Spencer had managed to locate a BBA official at the Embassy who had a contact that would provide them with money and travel plans if they could find them at the train station. with nothing to lose they agreed and within minutes had been off in the direction of the station.

The trek proved longer than expected. It was quite a ways from the Embassy to the Train Station when using back roads and alleys. The route slowed them down, but it was much safer than taking the main routes, or transit system. The less people who saw them, the better. They had to get out of Russia fast, and hopefully the official could get them passports, or at least tell them where they could get them. they could'nt leave Russia without one. It seemed that things had to be more difficult than they should have been. Spencer found it no surprise though. He never expected it to be easy.

Ian finally sat down in in alleyway, his chest heaving. Being so much smaller in stature, he had to move faster to keep up with Spencer and now he was far too tired to keep going. He mopped the beads of sweat that had begun to freeze away from his face, pulling his jacket tighter around him.

"I can't keep going. I'm too tired." he chattered, trying his best to keep warm. Now that they had stopped moving, they began to feel the bitterness of the wind.

Spencer looked down at his smaller comrade. Ian was tired. There was no doubt about it. Even he was beginning to grow weary. He looked about to make sure no one was approaching. He sat down by Ian and using his own jacket, managed to keep the wind off of them for a short while. They were all tough, but even they had limits. Ian had reached his long ago, but still had managed to keep going. Spencer felt a kind of respect for Ian that he felt for no one else. They had been best friends since they met, but unlike Bryan and Tala, had managed to avoid too much punishment. They were accustomed to a life of pain, but he had to admit, freedom, if they hadn't been running would have been a refreshing change. He watched Ian as he shivered and huddled closer, trying to conserve heat. Ian stood mybe chest level with Spencer and right now he was so tired...

"I've got an idea!" Spencer said aloud, rising from his spot. He had lost any of the 'dumb guy' attitude that he used in tournaments to fool opponents. He was himself now. he picked up Ian and swung him onto his back, providing Ian with a place to shield his face and stay out of the wind. Ian would have protested, but he was far too cold to bother. so, with Ian clinging to his back, he set off quickly for the train station.

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"Spencer, correct?" The man dressed in a fur lined parka asked.

Spencer nodded, relieved to be inside the station. They were sitting at a table in the station restaraunt with the official sent by the BBA member at the Embassy. Each of them sat in front of a steaming cup of coffee as they conversed.
"Normally, we wouldn't be able to assist you since you are members of Biovolt, but with everything that has happened here, and your current Crisis, we have no problem assisting you. I have here the tickets you need to board the train here in Moscow. The train will take you to Leningrad. There are boat tickets here also for the trip that will take you to Dover, England. There will be someone from the BBA waiting for you there. You'll see him, he will be wearing a jacket with our logo on it.," the man explained as he handed a travel bag to each blader. "Also, your passports are in your bags, along with a sum of money and a few other toiletries. I'd love to explain things more, but You should be on the platform. This train is the last one out of here tonight. Good luck and God Speed!"

The two watched the man dissappear into the crowd as they retrieved their newly recieved bags. Opening the pocket, Spencer pulled out the tickets they needed for the train. handing one to Ian and holding on Firmly to Ian's shoulders, he steered them throught the large crowd and out to the designated platform. As they waited, they kept on a quiet conversation in Russian, so as not to draw attention to themselves.

"I wonder how the others are doing?"

"I haven't a clue. But I hope they made it."

"Come on Ian. Train's boarding." Spencer finished as they moved towards the now open doors. Spencer couldn't help wanting to keep his partner close by. He was the oldest and he felt responsible for Ian's safety. He knew Ian could protect himself if need be, but he still had that instinct. Ian didn't seem to mind, In fact, Ian seemed to find reassurance in his protectiveness.

They found their seats and closed the door to their private area. Placing their bags down, they sat in the chairs, finally able to truly rest for a while. The conductor came and punched their tickets, telling them to enjoy the trip and went on his way. Spencer then locked the door after him and went back to sit. Ian was curled up in one of the window seats, bring careful not to look outside, lest one of Voltaire's lackeys see him. he looked at Spencer with a peculiar half smile. It was a look of fear, and hope at the same time.

"Are we going to be free soon?" he asked, almost childishly.

Spencer smiled genuinely for what felt like the first time in days. He gave Ian's shouder a squeeze. "Very soon Ian. Very soon."

Ian shrugged off his jacket and proceded to place the travel bag on the table, finally going through it to see what exactly was in there. After a few moments he piped up "Hey Spence?"

Spencer glanced up, "hm?"

"Do you think we'll be able to get soem new clothes when we get there? I mean, we do need a fresh change of clothes eventually."

Spencer thought for a moment, "I suppose, if we're quick when we get there. If these travel plans are right, we have three hours before the ship leaves. If we do go shopping it will have to be on the harbour front."

Ian nodded in acknowledgement and they again lapsed into silence. Not for lack of conversation, but for the sole fact that they were comfortable around each other. There was a strange understanding between them. A connection that ran as deep as their own blood did. As they watched the scenery flash by, they had no idea that the others would be on that same train two days later.

By sunset, they had eaten and cleaned up, and they had their plans all figured out. They knew where they were headed and they were sure they would be alright if htey could just get away from Russia. Spencer was curled up on the seat, looking over one of the BBA's many Blading magazines. His feet were up on the table and for the first time in what seemed like forever he was completely relaxed.

Ian appeared again after he had freshened up and came over to sit beside Spencer. He was so tired form all the running and the insane day he'd just survived. He pretty much dropped down, peeking over the pages of the book.

"What'cha readin?"

"Blading magazine." He answered simply, turning the page.

Ian laughed. "Is that all you ever think about?"

Spencer rolled his eyes and grinned as he went back to his magazine. "Why do you ask questions that you already answer yourself?"

Ian just sniffed and looked about the cabin, finally finding a blanket in one of the storage cupboards. He made his way back to the seat and settled down near Spencer, not taking the chance of being too far away from protection.

"What's wrong with the other seat?" Spencer chuckled. he didn't mind having Ian near him, in fact he enjoyed being able to protect him.

Ian just stuck out his tongue.

"I like your seat better!"

Spencer shook his head. Ian was quite playful and an unbelievable pain in the ass when he was away from the strictness of rules, but that's what had made him so much fun to be around. With Ian, there was nothing too stupid to say or do, and any small thing made him laugh. It was refreshing for him, since he had been trained much more harshly than Ian. If it weren't for the little one, he might have been a total soldier. Ian had a way of bringing out the foolishness in him.

By now Ian had tried to get comfortable, but he was failing miserably. He had nothing to support his neck on. He looked about and finding nothing, his eyes came to rest on Spencer's lap where he held the magazine. Normally he wouldn't dare go that close, but hell! he was safe here and the thought of that comfort made him throw aside all fear and caution. Spencer would never hurt him! At least... he hoped.

Spencer blinked as all of a sudden his arm was moving and not of its own accord! he looked down to see Ian. He watched dumfounded and a bit shocked as Ian lifted his arm just enough to crwal under adn settle down, his head in Spencer's lap. He yawned widely and opened his eyes, smiling up at the still staring Spencer.

"I'm taking a quick nap. Keep watch for me..."

Spencer just nodded, only half hearing what Ian said. He was more concerned about the wave of warmth that had spread over him. The temperature had not changed in the room, but it was a like a blanket settling over him. A kind of calm seeped into his weary bones as he watched Ian sleep. A sense of safety and above that Pride. He was keeping Ian safe. Ian trusted him. the furrowed brow he seemed to forever have dissappeared and the constant fear of pain receded, leaving brilliant Icy blue eyes behind. He was so comfortable he tightened his grip on his younger counterpart. There was an emotion there. One that he'd never felt. Care? Love? maybe. But for now he would just take what he had and enjoy it. He was still getting used to the feeling of freedom.

"Could loving you ever be wrong?" he chuckled as he reached down and removed Ian's goggles, placing them on the table with the magazine. Even more surprised with himself, he stroked Ian's hair a moment in unacknowledged adoration before pulling the covers up that had slipped off of Ian's small shoulders. Yawning himself, he closed his eyes and rather than sleeping he dozed, keeping alert for danger, free hand still touching Ian's hair.

"That's nice..." Ian purred half-asleep as he felt the hand in his hair. He snuggled closer and smiled.

Spencer just chuckled again, and let the sound of the train occupy his ears.

He was startled awake again a few hours later by Ian's startled squeak. He was bolt upright and shaking violently. He'd had another nightmare for sure. They all had them before and they still had them now. The things they had seen would never be forgotten completely and sometimes it was too much even for them. Ian was only half awake and the images were still visible to him. Spencer was unsure how to react but his body reacted anyway. he reached out and grabbed Ian, pulling him into his lap and folding his arms around him, rocking gently.

"Ian come on, wake up. you're safe." Spencer whispered as he tried to wake the shaking kid up.He wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing but he still kept rocking him.
He was rewarded by Ian practically jumping awake. He shuddered once and without warning threw his arms around Spencers neck, crying pitifully into his chest.

"Hush hush..." he tried to soothe as he continued rocking. "it's alright. It was a nightmare." he felt stupid and rather awkward but he still continued, "I'm here. Everything is okay."

As stupid as it sounded in his head, it seemed to calm Ian down greatly and he settled in against Spencer closing his eyes again. "I can't sleep. That nightmare will come again."

"If it does, I will be here to wake you."

"Promise?"

"I promise, now hush." Spencer silenced Ian with a rather awkward kiss to the forehead, feeling like an idiot for even trying.

Ian smiled and mumbled softly, "Spencer?"

"Yes?" Spencer looked down into the red-violet eyes that glimmered in the low light of the room

"I love how easy it is to be myself around you. You never judge me. For once in my life," he closed his eyes and snuggled close "For once I can be be myself."

Spencer actual;ly felt himself blush. This feeling of adoration was new, and he knew nothing about how to act, but it seemed for once, he needed to follow his heart rather than his mind. He hesitated a moment before leaning down and resting his chin on Ian's hair, closing his eyes.

"No worries little one, I am here..." He mumbled in Russian before he dozed off too.

Ian remained awake for a moment, wondering if Spencer understood just what he was feeling. He hoped so. He knew that spencer was not the idiot everyone took him to be. That Spencer was an act. the real Spencer was soft spoken and quiet, but so friendly and protective. Ian closed his eyes, blissfully ignorant of the world around him.

"Someday, when we're free. I will be with you."


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They were roused from their sleep by the train as it pulled up to the Station in Leningrad, in the late morning. Ian had grumbled quite a bit but still got up, retrieving his goggles, jacket and backpack. As they wakned off the train into the soflty falling snow, they just hoped that no one from BioVolt was there to greet them. They made their way quickly up the harbour front, seeking out a clothing store.

They found one quite quickly and ducked inside looking about.

"Can I help you?" the young clerk asked.

"We're just looking for now." Spencer replied quietly. "But you could let us know when the next boat heading towards Dover, England will be leaving?"

"Sure thing! the Boat leaves here at 2 pm! thats three hours from now!"

Spencer smiled "thank you!" he turned to Ian. "I was right. we have three hours. Let's get some clothes and then find a restaraunt!"

Ian agreed with enthusiasm and they set to work looking for the proper size clothing.


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Twenty minutes later, they emerged with bags in hand. Ian was grinning like a mad man. he had always wanted to go shopping, even if it was hurried. He followed close by Spencer as they walked the street in search of a restaraunt.

"This place is small, and not too busy." Spencer pointed as he opened the door. he and Ian entered, and found a spot at a small corner table. they placed their bags under the table and waited for service.

Within minutes they were each enjoying their lunches and cups of hot coffee. they had an hour before they had to make their way back down to the docks.

"Finally, maybe we can get out of here!" I an said as they fnished their meal and paid the tab. They headed out again along the street towards the Boat terminal. It was still snowing but at least it meant the temperature was a bit more bearable. There was already a bustle of activity down on the loading bay, and the terminal looked almost as busy. At least they'd have the chance to blend in.

Spencer had gone tothe ticket window and recieved boarding instructions while Ian found a seat in the terminal, among all of the tourists in the area. A mix of English, Russian and French permeated the room and made him uneasy. He hated too many people. When was Spencer gonna be finished over there?

Spencer appeared with a serious look. Usually it meant trouble. He grabbed his bags and began walking towards the restrooms with Ian in tow. "we got trouble." he murmured.

"Uh oh, what now?"

"Boris ' men are here. I heard that Boris isn't here though. Strange how he wouldn't come to get us. We are after all, under his care."

Ian snorted. "What do I care about Boris? If I never see him again I'll be happy."

Spencer sighed. "I know how you feel, but you know you can't help but wonder how Boris is? I wonder if Voltaire executed him?"

Ian blinked. "why would he do that?"

"Remember that we escaped. Boris is sure to be killed. And honestly, I don't know if I want that."

Ian sighed, "Way to go and make me feel bad. You know when I think about it, I guess Boris is a big part of who we are. he did after all raise us."

Spencer ducked into the men's restroom and headed to the far stall. Ian took the one next to him. They spoke quietly through the walls. "Change into your new stuff. We have to get out of these clothes."

Ian did as he was told, Slipping into a pair of dark denim jeans and a black ribbed-knit sweater. Over it he threw on a vest and some gloves and a pair of black boots. He even tossed his goggles into his travel sack, pulling out his passport and ticket, then zipping up the bag. He came out and walked to the sink, running a comb through his hair and then giving it a shake. He hoisted himself up onto the sink and waited for spencer to finish. He wondered if everything would turn out right. Now they had to be extra careful with Voltaire's men lurking about.

Spencer emerged in a pair of beige cargo pants and an orange chenile sweater. A leather jacket rested on his shoulders and sunglasses rested in his hairline. He looked like a whole other person in that outfit. Ian stared a moment. He looked so good. It was hard to believe that a change of clothes could do that for a person. Spencer had given his hair a quick run through and adjusted the collar of his jacket. Turning to Ian he grinned. "Voila!"

Ian chuckled. At least they blended in now. He jumped down and made his way outside, looking about carefully before heading towards the boarding area. He presented his Passport to the guard at the gate and after a quick check was let through. He waited for Spencer to follow suit, but a yell stopped them dead and made the guard jump.

"That's Spencer. Get him!"

"Shit!" spencer cursed. He looked at Ian who was scared stiff. he hissed. "Go Ian! get on the Ship!"

"but!" Ian protested.

"Spencer shut him up with a quick kiss on the lips and a gentle shove. "Go! I will catch up! I just gotta shake these guys!"

Ian wanted to protest but he knew better. He turned and headed toward the ship, praying that Spencer would out run them. He opened his bag, taking out the cell phone that was included in the package and looked at it carefully. He knew Spencer's number for the phone he had on him was in the directory. But he couldn't risk calling now. Spencer needed to concentrate on escape. He sighed and waited on the outside deck, not noticing the cold. He waited to see Spencer run along the walkway but saw nothing.

Spencer had taken off at a sprint down the crowded hallway, dodging startled tourists and leaping seats like hurdles. He turned down a corridor and headed towards the exit. It didn't matter if he didn't make this boat. He just had to make sure they didn't catch up to Ian. He put on speed, timing it so he managed to make it out of the automatic doors before they turned the corner. He ran across the parking lot and up the harbourfront street, his pursuers close on his heels. there was onl about ten seconds between him and his death. He had to keep running. He had no idea where he was, or where he was going, but he hoped he could find a safe place to hide soon. He needed to put a bit more distance between him and his captors.

Catching sight of the clothing store he had been in he headed that way through the crowded streets, dashing inside as someone was coming in. The startled clerk looked at him, recognizing him as a customer from earlier.

"Something wrong?"

Spencer spoke hurrriedly. "There are criminals chasing me. I need to hide. Do you have a place?"

The clerk asked no questions, rather she ushered him over to a small curtained off door, hidden from plain sight by a mirrored glass. she opened the door to a small apartment. "Please by all means hide here. I'll keep them out."

He thanked her hastily and she left, closing the door behind her, leaving Spencer in the small apartment alone. Still not satisfied, he hid in a nearby broom closet, looking out through a crack in the door. He would miss the boat for sure now, but he knew Ian was safe. As soon as that ship set sail, Ian would be fine. He remembered he had the cell phone and pulled it out of his bag. looking through the directory, he saw the number for Ian's phone. At least he could contact him should he need to. If he missed this boat, he would just catch the next one. Unlike a plane, Boats ran in stormy weather which ensured he would get a way out of the country. He just wished that he could have been with Ian to protect him. He knew Ian was capable, but he still felt bad. Curling up to wait in the closet, he sighed.

"Youre on your own now Little one. Take care. Don't lose hope. I will find you."

He played with the phone as he waited and the idea struck him. He typed in a message to Ian. This way the phone wouldn't ring but it would let Ian know he was safe. punching in the letters he typed:
LITTLE ONE,
I WILL FIND YOU
LOVE YOU.

There. He couldn't believe he had typed that but thre it was on the screen. He was admitting it. he did Love Ian. He just hoped it would help. taking a deep breath he pushed the button, sending the message. That done, he fell silent, ears straining to pick up any sound. It was going to be a long wait.

Ian waited and waited. No Spencer. The last call was issued. Still he did not show. Finally, Ian felt the boat lurch then begin to pull out of port. They had set Sail. Specner was still in the city. Ian wanted to go back after Spencer but he knew better. Spencer had sent him ahead for a reason. he couldn't give up hope. Spencer would find a way to reach him, even if it was on a different ship. he looked down at his phone. to his surprise a message blinked on the display. moving inside, he sat at a nearby table, finally checking the message,
"little one, I will find you. Love you." Ian read silently. A sad smile crossed his face. It would be a lonely trip. but at least Spencer was okay. he quickly returned the message.

LOVE YOU TOO.
SEE YOU IN DOVER.

Putting his phone away he decided to see if he could manage to get a cabin on board. he wanted to rest in safety. Passing a Games room, Complete with a Beyblading areana, he approached a customer service desk. A small British woman adressed him. "can I help you young sir?"

Ian smiled slightly. "Yes Ma'am. I'd like to know if it's possible to get a cabin? I'm travelling by myself and I would feel safer there."

The woman smiled wamrly. "Are you on board right up until Dover?"

Ian nodded.

"Alright then, but first are you a Beyblader? There are special rates for Bladers and coaches?"

Ian nodded. "I am a tournament blader. what do you need as proof?"

The woman just smiled, the small wrinkles at her eyes seemed to make her seem grandmotherly. "If you have a Beyblade I'll accept that as proof."

Ian reached into his pocket and pulled out Wyborg, keeping the bit-chip hidden. "here."

"very well." the woman scnaned a lerge log book. "There's a cabin on this floor at the end of the hall. you may keep that room until we reach Dover."

Taking the keys offered, Ian paid the woman and gave a grateful smile. "thank you so much."

"not a bother!" the woman replied cheerfully before turning back to her work.

Ian found his room and unlocked the door. he walked in and relocked it. Then he made his way to the bed, throwing off his jacket and backpack. He was relieved that Spencer was okay, but he was still a bit lonely.He would have to find a way to take his mind off of the situation. Lying down, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. It worked, but he was a bit edgy. He didn't feel safe. It was nothing like the comfort he felt when he was curled up in Spencer's lap on the train. At least he would have the chance to rest for the three day trip.

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Spencer had xplained his situation to the store clerk, and she seemed to sympathize. She offered him the couch in her apartment for the night, as she turned out to be a real fan of Beyblading. She was an amateur blader, but she had spirit. She had challenged Spencer to a couple of rounds and it helped take his mind off things. When he settled down for the night on the couch he slept fitfully. he could not seem to stop worrying. He almost felt sick to his stomach. It took nearly two hours, but he eventually forced himself into sleep. he would board the first ship out in the morning.

He was awoken a few hours later by a hand shaking him. It was the clerk. She smiled down at him. "You might want to grab a shower now. Your boat will be leaving in two hours."

Sleepily he thanked her and took her advice. He had a hot shower, which made him feel a hundred percent better. he dressed in his same clothes and quickly cleaned up. When he emerged, she had breakfest made. She handed him a plate and encouraged him to eat.

"You should eat before you go, Its a long wait between meals."

Spencer accepted and ate, though he was not hungry. When he had finished he quickly helped her clean up and when he was ready to leave he asked, "how can I repay your kindness?"

the girl laughed. "No payment needed. I just want an Autograph?" she grinned.

Spencer laughed. "alright. That I can do."

After singing an autograph for her and a friend he gave her a grateful kiss on the cheek in thanks before heaading back down to the docks, determined to get on this boat.

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"We are now docking in Dover, England. Those getting off please ensure you have all your belongings." the speaker droned as the ship pulled in. Ian had been ready for hours and he hoped the worst part was over. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed down to the walkway. He made his way off and looked about for the said official with the jacket. He saw no one. He hadn't heard from Spencer so he hoped he was alright. Just in case he was being chased, he didn't call. that would have given him away if he had been hiding. He noticed though, the weather was considerably warmer here. He wondered if it was just in Moscow that it was always cold. He found a spot to sit and waited patiently. he hoped that the official would show, or he was on his own to find a way to London.

By nightfall no one had come and Ian took a cab to a nearby motel. He checked in and when he was settled in his room he decided that in the morning he would go back to the docks and wait. If no one showed, he would leave for london on his own. He took the chance to get a better travel bag and some new clothes. He ate a small meal and managed to find the address of the train station. He had contacted the BBA and they had managed to wire transfer reimbursement money to him for the amount of abuse he had sufferd during his time in BioVolt. After he had signed for it in the bank he took the money and headed back. It was quite a bit and he was happy to have the money for the flights he would have to take if that official didn't arrive, and stupid him forgot to ask. When he had arrived home he was wiped. He had been on his feet all day. He took a shower and went to bed early. He was going to be up and out by 7 am.

He awoke at 6 am, unable to sleep anymore. He washed up and changed. Feeling better, he dropped off his keys at the desk and headed on his way. the walk to the docks woke him up and he managed to find a place in the terminal to wait for this so called offical. Finding a magazine stand, he picked up a few European Beyblading magazines and sat down, with a feeling that it would be a long wait.

He was right. Noon came and there was no sign of the man. He began to feel doubtful and by two in the afternoon he was by the window looking out. past six and he was feeling utterly hopeless. The official wasn't coming. He sat down on a nearby bench and watched the harbour. It was getting dark and no one was coming to help. He hoped Spencer would be on one of the boats arriving soon.

Ten p.m. and he had been there all day. Three boats had come in, each with no Spencer. Ian sat, not caring to move. He had been abandoned here. He was all alone.


~I'm Standing on a bridge


I'm waitin in the dark


I thought that you'd be here by now


Theres nothing but the rain


No footsteps on the ground


I'm listening but theres no sound

Isn't anyone tryin to find me?


Won't somebody come take me home?