Here is the end of Biggs' story. The first chapter of the spin-off will be up soon.

(Thanks to Rlli for the review, if you left an email addy I could've replied)

It was in the second month I had been with Charlie and Mace when I realized that I still didn't know how they got me out of White's clutches. Usually I would've asked right away but with Charlie as my nurse…

("You were wanting to play doctor?")

("Shut it Alec, I mean it.")

("Admit it you were distracted.")

("Okay, maybe I was. It's just that when it got hot she wore tank tops…")

("Ha! I knew it!")

I finally got around to asking her when we reached this tiny town in California. I think it was called Summers or Springs or something. We stayed in this old abandoned Victorian that used to be called the Abbey House Inn.

It was the middle of the first night we were there, and I couldn't sleep. So I got up and unsteadily walked to the window. I was so engrossed in staring at the full moon behind the abandoned water tower, that I didn't even hear her come up behind me.

"I've always loved the moon." She murmured quietly, in a voice husky with sleep, as she stopped at my right. I looked at her, without saying a word. She was breathtakingly beautiful in the moonlight. Her hair was a little mussed, her lips were slightly parted and she had a far away dreamy look in her eyes.

"Beautiful." I told her. She nodded silently, thinking I was talking of the scenery outside.

"Not matter what's going on I am always at peace if I can see the moon." She turned away sadly, as if memories of when she couldn't hurt too much to think about.

"Could you see the moon when White had you?" I asked quietly.

("Smooth…")

("Bite me.")

"No. Mace and I were locked in cages in some basement." She looked at me reluctantly.

"How did you get out?" I laid one hand on her arm. "Let alone with me, unconscious none-the-less, in tow."

She gave a short half-silent laugh. "I smiled at our guard. When he came over to leer at me, I knocked him out. Then I grabbed his keys."

("How come they always fall for that?")

("Shh…moron.")

"You must've been in a separate room then me. How'd you stumble upon me?" I asked, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles after I slid my hand down her arm.

("Ooh..")

("Alec I swear to…")

"After I let Mace out, and a few other transgenics White was holding, I led the way out." She smiled slightly. "The 'gifts' Manticore gave me let me sense if anyone was approaching. We were almost out when I heard you?"

("Heard you?")

"Heard me? What do you mean heard me?" I gripped her hand.

"I heard your mind." She looked up at me as if begging me to understand. "Manticore never used me for torture like it did the others. My job was non-pain-based interrogation and later transgenic detection."

"Transgenic detection?" I couldn't understand what a Manticore psychic would be able to do for White's squads, but it wouldn't have been good.

"Manticore used me to search through crowds of thousands and pick up any rogue transgenics in it." She looked away, refusing to meet my eyes.

end Biggs' POV

"Wow." Alec said finally. "I didn't know Manticore used their psychics that way."

"Before I met Charlie I thought all psy-ops soldiers were just used to torture us." Biggs said flatly.

"It explains how they were able to pick up any transgenics who even thought about going AWOL or disobeying orders during one of our missions." Alec shook his head. "When she escaped White, he lost a tool that would've helped him destroy us."

"You know, I never liked the term 'tool.'" A feminine voice said from behind the pair of transgenics. Alec and Biggs whipped around, startled. They hadn't heard anyone come in, yet here she was.

"How did you get in here without us hearing you?" Alec asked the stranger.

The girl walked over to Biggs who had a huge smile on his face. "Hey baby." She kissed him soundly on the lips and he wrapped one arm around her waist as she turned to Alec. "You two were busy thinking, I just dampened the sound of my footsteps a little." She shrugged. "No biggie."

Alec smiled when he realized who she was. "Charlie. I've heard so much about you."

I know not too much is explained, I wanted to leave something for Charlie's story.

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