A/N: Hello peoples! Here's another little chapter...I do apologise, this is just mainly some background fluff on Harry and Sophia, not really important but just a little filler. The next few chapters are going to be much more exciting, I promise! Another excuse for this is I'm sick. Have the bloody flu and am bored as hell! So this is the result of medication and delerious-ness!

Huuuuge thanks to killhill2003, kazza, pepsemaxke, shk3n, n07 s71r3d and Thunderbird-Shrapnel! And glad you liked the little conversation thingy...I have no idea what possessed me to do that!

"Hello Sophie, long time no see, eh?" Harry drawled, smiling slowly to reveal perfect white teeth.

Sophia kept quiet and found she just couldn't look him in the eye. She hated herself for being scared of him but she was left with little choice. She was somewhere very alien and on her own. She deserved to be a little scared.

"Well there's a pleasant surprise. She's got nothing to say today," Harry continued, bemused at the fact Sophia wouldn't look at him.

Harry moved over to where she was sat and crouched down in front of her, his dark velvety eyes boring into her own. This time, she found she couldn't break his gaze. Harry held her for what seemed an eternity, unblinking and unforgiving.

Sophia had always loved his eyes, such a rich chocolate brown full of warmth. She had soon learnt the truth however. They were unmerciful eyes, windows to a black tainted soul.

Sophia blinked and looked away, feeling hot tears prickle her eyes. All the old memories came flooding back to her, making her shut off and become the cold, uninviting person she was pre Tracy Island.

Oh Virgil. Where was he?

Sophia's stomach lurched unpleasantly as Harry got up and walked away, across the room. Her entire body ached, her head was absolutely pounding and all in all she felt rotten. But it was her heart that ached the most. Where was Virgil? Penelope? Anybody? She felt betrayed and angry with them.

Harry was talking with the infamous Hood who had his back turned away from Sophia. This was all becoming far too much for her, she was in The Hood's possession just like the poor people she watched on television in the comfort of her school dormitory. She had been reunited with Harry Stamford-Blake, the very person she wished to be as far away from as possible.

Sophia's head began to spin again and as her stomach lurched, threatening sickness, the pool incident came flooding back to her...she had hit her head pretty hard after-all only yesterday.

Before she could think any further, she took one last hazy glance over at the two men and knew no more.

Harry turned first when he heard something slump onto the polished wooden floor.

"Oh Christ!" He exclaimed, leaving the Hood's side and striding over to where Sophia lay, sprawled out and laying on her side. "Did you drug her or something?"

Harry pushed her stiff blonde hair away from her face and slapped her cheeks. Sophia remained out cold.

"She's not dead, is she?" The Hood asked flatly, turning around. "What use is she dead?"

"No, she's not dead," Harry spat. "She's just passed out."

"Oh, put her over there or something. I'm sure International Rescue will be knocking soon anyway," The Hood replied callously, motioning over to the over large four poster bed.

Harry said nothing, just merely scooped Sophia up into his arms off the floor and carried her over to the bed.

As he laid her down, pretending to roughly position the pillows until The Hood left, Harry couldn't help but admire his old girlfriend. She looked different, her usual pale complexion was tinted slightly with a golden glow and no doubt the sun had lightened her usual dark blonde hair into a fairer shade.

Harry couldn't deny that he had felt strongly for Sophia once upon a time, she was just what his father had told him what to look for. Good background, wealthy family, pretty enough. But what Harry really liked about Sophia was that she her own mind.

Girls Harry was used to were not much more than a well groomed body but Sophia had thoughts, feelings, ideas. She wasn't the smartest girl alive but she knew what she wanted. And most of all, she had a sense of humour that was so much more than hollow giggling at silly things.

Harry sighed as he stood back up straight. She didn't deserve what he'd got her into but on the way to the top, someone has to be stepped on.