"Well, got any more brilliant ideas baby?"

"Your not blaming this on me, are you?"

"Actually yes, yes I am."

"This is as much of your fault as it is mine Rif."

"No, no doll. This is completely your fault."

"I didn't line up this one."

"How was I to know we'd end up in a dark room, locked away. LOCKED away."

"I got that we're locked in Rif. Look up, would you?"

"Why bother?"

"Cause you got mako eyes and their might just be a vent up there."

"…"

"Well?"

"Darling, your brilliant."

The end. She almost wanted it now. Could almost taste it's bitter sweet scent as a light breeze drifted over her. Any moment now. Any moment the people would come from their hiding places. Any moment, if she didn't die because of the battle they would surely kill her.

And Rif. Poor Rif. She owed him so much at this point. She'd destroyed him.

'Ivy…There is a name you haven't been called in ages. Ivy Sky. You know…I wonder what happened to Ivy.'

She opened her eyes, squinting up into the day sky. 'No time to think of that. Get up. Get up. Rif needs you now. You need to-'

Her hand moved about, clutching air. 'Yeah. That's it. Now get up.'

With a deep breath, body screaming, she pushed her elbows into the ground. With her eyes closed she roughly shoved herself upwards.

The world spun horribly with the sudden upward movement. Her body swayed and she found herself falling back into the position she had just left. She gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the pain.

"Quickly. Get the man inside somewhere. Here. You help me with the woman. You alright?" A voice asked.

'What…and idiotic question.'

"Ma'am? Ah, hell with it. Come on, pick her up. Pick her up."

"I can get up on my own." She whispered. The owner of the voice laughed.

"I'm sure you can. Ignore her. She's in to much pain to move. Careful with him, we don't want him damaged."

'Rif…?'

"Who the he-heck are you?" She asked, eyes flickering open. She felt someone grab her, but like the man pointed out, she was to weak to bother struggling.

"Oh, just a friend."

'I'm sick of friends.'

"Who are you?"

"Like I said," something cool and sharp poked into her back. She knew all to well the feeling of blades to no know what the object was. "Just a friend."