A/N: I always feel like someone's watchin' meee! Sorry but this song by Rockwell is playing right at this very moment and it reminded of Damia. Wow, I have no life. Onward, ho (not slut)! '

There might be some naughty, bad, horrible language to come. I haven't quite worked out the chapter entirely... or most of the story (I write it by ear, basing most of the story off bits that I know I want in there. I'm such a bad person.

It had been about two days and the lack of food and non-metal surroundings was getting to her. Damia lay in her bed, hoping to fall asleep soon. The feeling she had was much like the one normal people get when they have the flu. She was consumed by the desire to do nothing but sleep, she didn't even want to get up to go to the bathroom.

Footsteps entered her room as the door opened and closed, Toad had brought the usual slop of inedible food. Damia lay on her stomach, one hand draped over the edge of the bed and the blankets over her head. She thought back to the short-lived conversation she had with him the previous night. "Toad," she had said. "I'm thinking of escaping." She had more energy then and would have been able to if she tried. Toad had merely scoffed at her. He hadn't picked up on the desperation in her voice, or he ignored it. Damia had pondered how she would get out of the room let alone the headquarters for the Brotherhood, now she was too weak to care.

Toad entered the room but avoided looking at Damia's bed. On his way out he chanced a glance her direction. Without fail for the past two days she would be sitting on her bed, waiting for him with a strange smile. Today there was only a lump to greet him. He knew that something was not right. He had stalked her for a solid week and knew that everyday she woke up at 5 AM on the dot. She was like clockwork.

Cautiously he stepped forward. "Rise and shine, sweetheart." Toad's sarcastic voice filled the room. Damia only grunted in response. "What, too tired to even flip me the bird?"

Damia was overcome with the desireto defiantly give him the finger but decided she was too tired. Again her only response was grunt. Toad found that panic was starting to grip him. What had happened to the energetic young girl who would verbally assault him?

A little unnerved, Toad let the room. He heard the door shut behind him as he made his way to Magneto's office. He was almost to the door when it opened and the older man walked out into the hall.

"Mags, I think you should have a looksee at the prisoner," he tried to keep his voice from shaking but he knew that Magneto had heard the worry.

Without a word they went to the metal hotel room to find Damia still under the covers of her uncomfortable bed. Since Toad left she had shifted positions and now lay on her back, her eyes narrowed to make it look like she was sleeping.

Magneto surveyed the girl before turning to Toad. "What's the problem?" The lack of care was evident in his tone of voice.

Toad looked from Magneto to Damia and back again before saying, "She's usually up at the crack of sparrow's fart, she is."

For a minute Magneto looked confused at Toad's odd slang but it sank in. He sighed and turned to Damia and after a few quick tests he knew what the problem was. "It seems as though the young lady's mutations require her to be near... natural things. Being away from them has weakened her."

"Right, so let's get her out there," said Toadas he clapped his hands together.

Magneto seemed to consider this for a moment before speaking again. "No, I think she'll be fine in bed."

Toad's jaw dropped in disbelief. "Mags, she looks like death warmed up. Leavin' her here would be murder." His master's eyebrow rose.

"You never had a problem with killing people before. If I didn't know any better I would say that you have gone soft. Perhaps even developed feelings for Ms. Damia." Magneto eyed the flushing green man with contempt and knowing. "The girl stays," he said forcefully. He turned to leave.

"You're pissing mad! You can't leave her here." Toad regretted his words almost as soon as they left his mouth, he knew a punishment was in store.

Magneto stiffened and turned towards Toad. With one deft movement Toad had flown across the room, hitting the wall with a sickening thud before he landed on the floor in a heap.

Magneto sneered, "Let that serve as a reminder, Mortimer. I am in charge here, I tell you what-" He stopped short at the feeling of a soft breeze.

Slowly Magneto turned. He found himself staring at a pale Damia as she shakily stood up from the bed. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead as she used the last of her strength to conjure the wind. Blasts of icy cold air were beating down on Magneto, he could feel his nose go numb from the cold. The gusts of howling wind forced him out the door which slammed in his face.

Inside the room, Damia was panting as the adrenaline still pumped through her. It had drained the little energy she had when she influenced the air and she marveled at how she had managed it. She staggered over to the heap on the floor and dropped to her knees.

"Your sorry ass better wake up," she said between deep breaths. Toad didn't move and she realized he was unconscious. "Son of a motherless goat." Damia grunted and she willed her wobbly knees not to give out under the combined weight of her and the unconscious Toad whom she barely supported. The room was getting fuzzy and it seemed to spin slightly.

By some miracle she made it to the bed. Damia dropped Toad onto it just before she herself collapsed, exhausted, beside him. She was out like a light, sleeping peacefully with the green man beside her.

Hehehe! Excellent set up for the next chapter, no? Surprisingly, I wasn't planning on ending it this way. What's coming up in the next chapter definately was not one of the bits of the story I'm basing everything around... but I can pretend.