A/N: Hi people. Some of you reviewers just don't want to make this easy for me do you? Don't blame you, I know it is half- asked. I'm trying to cram it in between school, homework, and work. (Before someone asks, no I'm not some old woman watching a kids movie. I'm not thirty, I'm not yet twenty, but yes I am not a kid. Someone always asks that!)

As for the proofreading, I'm find one of my coworkers to do it, they have enough time on their hands.

I'll look for the gray areas but I suspect it is one of these two things. Me trying to cut down a lot of pointless random facts that don't matter in the end, and you aren't suppose to know much more than Violet does. Third person limited? It's odd, people used to always get on my ass for telling to much.

Hmm…. As for Harry Hippie, I will keep that in mind! Chants and again and again to remember

Black, White, and Violet

6

And so she fell, but she couldn't remember hitting the ground. She couldn't remember being taken away, or remember waking up. She just remembered staring at the gray ceiling. Her mind was blank, and clear. It was like she was missing something, but she couldn't think of what.

Violet shifted to the side realizing she was on bed, and she slowly sat up as if it painful. It was dark, a small lamp was in the corner resting on a flimsy metal table, a closet to the left of her, and a door next to that. She couldn't pull out details but she looked at what she was wearing. It was pure white, a night gown, small designs lining the top.

"Excuse me." Violet looked toward the voice, eyes opened wide. The door was pushed open letting in a stream of light and Violet flinched. A woman stood there wearing a tight black jump suit with an S adorned the middle of it.

"Are you all right? You have been very sick, but you should be better now… there are clothes next to the bed. Change before you come out." She said a matter-of-factly, no effort put into her words.

Violet glanced down at herself for a minute after musing about what the woman had said. Was she sick? Why couldn't remember? There was something vaguely about falling from a height but then… wouldn't she be dead? Violet looked down at the plain white outfit that was folded and set next to the edge of her bed. The woman had closed the door and waited outside, Violet paused for a minute.

Where was she? Would she finally meet the man who helped her? Or had she been captured by the man who tried to kill her?

Violet let out a sigh and leaned back against the wall staring at the door absently. She wasn't expecting this, being this lost. Violet was just trying to help, and now she was afraid someone else would have to swoop in to save her. Yet she was too tired to fight, too tired to think, and much too tired to worry. She felt drained, and let her shoulders slump down.

A few minutes later Violet looked between the floor and the door, and without anymore thought changed quickly leaving the white gown sprayed across the bed. The outfit she now wore was a long sleeved button up shirt that went down to her hips, and loose white pants went down to her ankles. There weren't any shoes, but the floor wasn't cold.

She opened the door and peered out just for a moment, the woman meet her eyes before pulling herself off the wall getting ready to walk.

"Follow me." The woman spoke again, turning to her side.

She didn't mention how long Violet took or where they were going, she just walked at a quick pace never turning back to see if Violet was following.

Violet jogged to catch up quickly glancing behind her to notice guards at the end of the hall.

'So much for running.' She thought bitterly.

The woman in front of her had brown hair tied back in a bow. Her voice sounded as if she was no older than twenty but when she turned the corner Violet caught a glance of her face, their eyes meeting once again but enough for a good look.

The woman looked drained, her light green eyes looked dulled. Violet bit her lip. Did she look like that?

"Right here." She pointed to a room with her left hand, and Violet walked in.

Someone sat on the seat leaning back, and he was looking at her clearly. He had tall orange hair, and was staring at her with sharp green eyes. Something about him hung in the back of her mind but she couldn't bring it up. As far as Violet was concerned she'd never seen him before.

"I suppose you are wondering, dearest Violet, what is going on." He bit his words off bitterly, and Violet hesitantly took a seat on the wall, a good distance away.

"The woman said I was sick."

"You were, but I helped you, remember?" No Violet didn't remember, but she remembered his voice. He was telling her he would catch her, he would make the headaches go away.

"I'm just kind of lost." Violet said quickly afterward, and knocking her fist on the side of her head.

"Don't you remember my voice?" He asked playing his fingers along the chairs arm.

Violet froze again, looking at him clearly. His voice, of course she remembered his voice, it came back to her in seconds.

"Good, I made them go away." Those words played so clearly in her mind. Violet didn't wonder why, she didn't even think of it for a second, she just stared at him.

"Yes." Violet answered. "I remember your voice. You helped me."

"Do you remember my face Violet. I know you do." He said leaning forward as if he were to tiger about to jump her if she made a mistake.

Yet Violet didn't lie, she knew she couldn't place the face.

"I don't."

He snorted and leaned back again as if tempted to laugh.

"Don't play stupid, I know you do."

"I don't!" Violet said again louder this time, her brows furrowing. "I don't."

He stared at her for a minute more, but she looked away. "I don't." She kept muttering in a lower voice now. "I can hardly remember anything, I just want to go home before I cause more trouble." She didn't even try to hide the hurt in her voice.

He was silent for a moment. She leaned forward letting her hair spill down and her head be buried in her knees. Her head hurt now, she tried to remember his face. Yet it still eluded her like the details of a dream. She couldn't place it.

The man waited for a minute.

"Come here Violet." He said calmly shifting in his seat. Violet flinched but didn't get up at first.

"Come. Here. Violet." He spoke sharper but no real anger crept into his voice.

Violet looked up and meet his eyes for a minute. Standing up slowly she glanced behind him to the glass window walls. As she walked toward him she looked at the door. The girl that lead her in had already the closed the door and left.

She was aware of his eyes watching her as she walked up avoiding the wooden desk that lay before him.

Violet rubbed her arm nervously, and stopped right before him. Once she paused at his chair, and he stood up. The man(Oh come on, if you don't know who it is I'm going to shoot you) rested a gloved hand on her forehead. Violet focused at his chest where a black and white S was adorned. It reminded her of another style but it was a bit smaller.

"I will make the headaches go away, but you must listen to me." His other arm laced around her back, but kept her at a distance. His glove was cold, it nearly shocked her making her flinch. Yet still her head nearly stopped throbbing.

"Anything." Violet muttered pack almost reaching up to lay a hand over the one he had on her head.

(A/N: People there is nothing going on between them! There is always some person that jumps to that conclusion)

"Don't think of the past. I will retell you everything you need to know. You are subconsciously blocking it out. You cannot go back home until the heat dies down. You believe me, don't you?"

Violet nodded letting out a breath she hadn't known she had been holding.

'Why shouldn't I, he has only helped me up to this point.' She reasoned to herself as reassurance.

"I will let you stay here if you want, learn a few tricks. Just help me with a few things then I will let you go home." He didn't ask it as a question but it sounded like a command. Violet ignored that and answered as if he asked her a question, though she was well aware of his tone.

"If you can keep the headaches away I just might." She gave a weak smile, as she was feeling better. There was a few questions unanswered but her mind felt clearer like the day this all began.

"My family though." She started to ask thinking back to them, about Jack Jack asleep on her bed, and her mother talking to her.

"I'll take care of that soon, you can give them a call later on." A cruel smile started creeping up on him but he pushed it back. Violet caught it anyway.

"You won't hurt them, right?" Violet added.

He sighed as if he knew that question would come, dropping his shoulders and finally letting go of Violet.

"No. I won't." He sounded more serious again, and looked straight into her eyes. "I have no interest for them anymore. Just for you, I really hope you help me." Some slyness played among his voice but Violet dismissed it.

Violet returned his look and nodded. "I can help you, a repayment before I leave."

He gave a quick goodbye to her and called the girl into his room.

'Caroline.' Violet made a note of the woman's name.

She came in and waited at the door for Violet.

"Be sure she gets something to eat. I'll see to her later." He gave a quick push on her shoulder.

Violet gave a last look to him and noticed a scar that adorned his cheek, and limp in his walk. She didn't say anything though, she wouldn't. She would finish this and leave, no one would have to save her.

Violet's stomach growled, and when she arrived at a small blue painted kitchen, and set down a Romaine salad in front of her, she forgot her worries. Or she pushed them back into her mind, she'd figure it out later.