Blabbadoo. Here is the next chapter. Enjoy all.

Gremblin: YAY! ANGST DRAMA AND ROMANCE ROOOOCK!

ToadMorty: YAY! YER OTHER SELF LUFFS MEH:)

Maid of the Mer: Muffin... muffin... muffin... muffin... 0.0

Uhm... If you can't already tell. I'm in a fairly good mood. o.o

Rargh...

I don't ownt Toady. Only serah and T.A.M.A.

Serah

I didn't know where I was. I knew I was laying in a cell. It was cold. I hate the cold. Wait!

The cell door is opened.

Somebody new is here.

I am laying down, hunched over, I am facing away from the new person. He is coughing. I hear him spit.

Who is he? Do I know him?

My heart says yes.

My heart says I do.

Toad

I wos thrown into a cell. I coughed and spit. "Wot th'..."

"Good afternoon." I turned around. "Where am I?" Th' man who brought me here smiles a toothy grin. "Your at T.A.M.A." "Wot is tha'?" "I can't tell you right now. Perhaps when your less angry." I jumped at th' bars. "I can slime you right now..." "No, actually, you can't. There is a psychic in the building supressing your powers. So you can't do a single thing." "You bastard! Wot do you want with me?" "Actually, it's the both of you." He pointed to th' other side of th' cell. Then he stood up and began to leave. Then he paused.

"Do try not to cause TOO much chaos. Will you?"

"Don't bet on it you prat!" But he wos gone.

I looked around. Wot wos tha' lump on th' other side of th' cell? I moved cautiously over to it.

"'Ello?"

It moved. So tha' meant it wos alive. Wotever it wos. I knelt down next to it.

Tha' hair... Serah?

I turned her over. And gasped. "Serah?" Her face was bloodied and she was sweating something feirce. She moaned. I wiped the blood and grime from 'er face and put 'er into a sitting position. "Serah? Can you 'ear me? Answer me, Serah please..."

"... Mort..."

"Yeah, yeah it's me. Are you ok?" "Fine... Just... Don't feel too hot..." I frowned. She must have had some side effect of th' drug. "You gotta stay awake alright?" "uh huh..." She was quiet. "Mort?..." "Yeah, love?" She paused. "M'sorry..." I raised an eyebrown. "Fer wot?" But she had fallen asleep.

I paused, biting my lip. I pulled 'er up into my lap and leaned against th' wall of th' cell. 'Er head rested against my chest, and she sat kind of like a little kid. I kissed 'er head. She smelled like birchwood, and fresh river water. "Don't worry. Were gonna get outta 'ere. I'll get you outta 'ere."

Wot wos going on?

T.A.M.A.

The hooded man from the street watched the camera as Toad cradled Serah in his arms. "You don't suppose we could use that to our advantage?" his assistant asked. "Perhaps we could... If we put HER in danger it might just make him more agreeable." his assistant nodded. "Do we really have a psychic in the building, sir?" The man flashed another feral smile. "Of course not. The only psychic we could ever have is only good for giving us information, and ways to find these mutants." His assistant smiled evilly.

"So it was reverse psychology?"

"Yes, it was."

"You are too smart, sir."

"Don't think I don't know it."

He poured himself a glass of white wine. The room itself was decorated beautifully. As if the man had exquisite taste. He poured one for his assistant. "To a successful expiriment this time, eh Jones?" He clinked the glass with Jones. "yes, sir. This time, Malignant will work."

"I only hope that for the scientist's sake it does."

They shared an laugh of contempt.

Uhm... YARGENSHNAVEN! Uhh, enjoy Mein Fruends. I have actually been planning that whole little cute scene there with Mort and Serah since the idea for the sequel came up. I wanted them to have a little moment of safety, Before the SHIT FLIES! Oh yes... Shit will fly... bwaha...

Anyway. I know it's rather short. I wish it was longer but I don't know what else to put...:scratches head:But I do beleive the fluffy scene above makes up for the shortness no? I hope so or else I will come after you in yer sleep... 0.0

-Blitz