A/N: Yes, I am going to introduce a character from our world, just as many others have. (Aah, not again!) Sorry if you were expecting something else. In this story our world will have no game about Spira, so the character will know nothing about it. And just in case you didn't know, the fact that I don't own FFX2 will continue to be true throughout the whole fic.

Chapter 4:

Seeing the black emptiness around him, Baralai had the sickening feeling that somehow the fayth had made a mistake and they were trapped in this nothingness. He swung his arms in panic, hoping to make contact with anything to reassure himself he was not dead, or worse. His flailing succeeded as he whacked Gippal across the face. He had never been so relieved in his life, despite the fact that Gippal yelled, "Ow, you cdibet ycc! What was that for?"

"Heh, heh…I was just, uh…" Now that he was thinking again he realized he was standing on a hard surface, not floating in space as he had expected.

"Would you stop messing around and give us a light?" Gippal did not sound happy. He probably just wanted to get this over with so they could leave, though getting smacked by his friend hadn't helped his mood. Baralai whispered a small fire spell, not too much help in a fight but much handier than matches. Strangely, the light showed a narrow room with clothes hanging on hooks around the sides. It looked like a closet. Nobody was in sight, would they have to look for this girl? He just hoped they would be able to recognize her as he realized neither he nor Gippal had ever seen Lenne before.

They made their way to the door, Baralai tiptoeing and Gippal trying to, but failing miserably in his heavy boots. Baralai slowly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open carefully, hoping it wouldn't squeak. Luckily it did not. He saw a medium size room with a bed. He closed the door and turned to Gippal. "There's someone sleeping in there," he whispered.

"Is it her?" Gippal whispered back

"How should I know?"

"Well is there anyone else?"

"If there was I would have said so!"

"Sorry, man. I'm just a little nervous," Gippal admitted.

"Just calm down, we can do this. I mean, how hard can it be to kidnap somebody? Okay, so what do we do next?"

"If it's her we should go out there and grab her."

"What if it's not her?"

"Why would the fayth send us to anybody else?"

"Yeah, you're probably right."

"I hope I am."

"What do we do after we've grabbed her?"

"We ask the fayth to bring us back."

"Hey Gippal, what's the fayth's name."

"I don't know."

"How are we supposed to call him then?"

"I guess we just call him fayth, or something…"

"I really hope we don't screw this up."

"Let's just do this before we think of any more problems."

"Agreed, you take the right side of the bed and I'll take the left." Before Gippal could say anything else Baralai grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.

Someone's fist connected with the left side of his face. "Ow," he said, surprised. The girl had woken up. Gippal pushed past him and grabbed her, pinning her arms behind her back. She opened her mouth to scream, but Baralai put his hand over her mouth. "Ow," he cried again, as she bit him. He kept his hand in place, though, cupping it so she could not repeat that trick.

She continued to writhe in their grip, letting out muffled screaming noises. Gippal was the first one to regain his wits enough to call for the fayth. This time Baralai was relieved as the white light shone around them and the girl went limp in shock.

The bridge of the Celsius slowly came into focus around them. Baralai saw the concerned faces of his friends in a circle around them. The girl looked around wildly, her eyes opening wide at the sight. Without warning she collapsed. Gippal was still holding her and was able to catch her body before it hit the floor. Baralai felt like doing the same but decided he wanted to land on a bed.

He could see the fayth in the background, fading now that his job was over. Paine and Nooj took the Lenne-girl from Gippal and carried her to Paine's room. He and Gippal began to shuffle towards the cabin. He managed to reach the bed before his legs gave out, but it was a near thing.

(Earlier that night)

Danielle was tired, but for some reason she could not fall asleep. She turned out the lights anyway, hoping it might help her sleep. Just as she was dozing off, she thought she heard a door open. She turned to look at her closet door but it was closed. Normally she would think nothing of it but she could hear a soft murmuring from the room. Had she left something on in there? She stared at the door for a moment, trying to decide if she was just hearing things, but the sound was getting louder. She might as well check, since she didn't think she could sleep now. She got out of bed and made her way across the bedroom.

Just as she was reaching for the knob the door opened. Surprised, she reflexively swung at the emerging thing. She heard a voice say, "Ow," before the door was pushed open all the way and someone grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her back as she was held against the person. She had always been told her screams could break glass, now she would prove it to these people. But as she inhaled a hand covered her mouth. She bit down hard in anger and heard another "ow," but the hand just cupped over her mouth. She let the man behind her support her weight so she could kick him, but he didn't relax his grip. Instead he started calling, "faith, faith!" or something like that.

The room disappeared around her. Did those attackers use chloroform? Am I losing conscious? Wait, isn't your vision supposed to turn black when you lose consciousness, I can only see white. Maybe all those movies and things have got it wrong. This really feels weird, not at all like I expected. Now she could see a room coming into focus. Am I waking up? Wow, that was really short, maybe they didn't use a lot of chloroform. Or maybe it just felt like a short time to me.

When she could see the whole room she found herself in a circle of people, still being held by the first two. She looked around, trying to find out where she was, but it was very strange. Maybe now is a good time for that sleep I wanted. As the room disappeared yet again her last thought was, this time my unconscious is black.

A/N: I don't know why this chapter took me so long, but sorry for wait. I probably won't be updating as frequently anymore because of school, but I'll try. Thanks to moogle for continuing to review. Please R & R everybody.