Response to reviewers' questions:

Reluctant Dragon: Together again! But for how long? Dun dun dun! Thanks for the review!

Reinbeauchaser: She fainted from relief after being scared to death, at least that's what I thought. Yes, the last chappy was very FoxBox-ish. I've been watching the show a lot lately. I have to admit, I've fallen in love with the show's Donny, even though Leo's still my favorite. Sorry about the wait! And thanks for the review!

pacphys: YAY! Thank you so much for the real TGRI definition! I'll go back and fix my chapter, but not until later. And thank you for the review!

Raksha: First, love your name! Next, spazztastic! Love that word! Hope to talk to you more soon!

Jade2824 and Kitana5055: Thanks for the kick in the pants I needed. When my computer deleted all my stories, it depressed me very much. But thanks to reviewers like you, I'm getting my butt in gear and writing as much as I can! The Zelda story will be updated soon!

And a HUGE thanks to Mikaela's Spade for editing this chapter! THANK YOU SO MUCH!

I'm so sorry that this took so long. This term is a killer. I'm happy that you guys liked the last chapter! Hope you like this one too! Here we go!


Angel awoke in a familiar smelling bed. 'I'm in the sewers again,' she thought wearily to herself. She slowly opened her eyes to reveal a dark room. The light had obviously been turned off to let her rest.

She sat up and stretched her arms, but then froze as the bed started to shake!

"What in the world?" she started, looking up at the bunk above her. Two bandana tails suddenly appeared over the edge. They were blue.

"Leo?" she asked.

"Not quite," came a familiar voice as the owner of the bandana's face appeared, upside-down and smiling.

Angel's face broke out into a surprised smile. "Luca!" she shouted happily. She crawled over to his head, sitting at the end of the bed to talk to him. "You're all right!" she announced.

"And so are you!" he answered.

"I was so worried about you!" they said at the same time, then laughed. It felt like the worry and fear they had both felt was flowing out of them with every laugh.

"Where have you been?" Angel asked finally.

"Running," Luca answered simply.

"For two days!" Angel exclaimed.

"Well, not the whole time," Luca admitted, "I found this little niche in Central Park by the fountain that no one goes near the morning we were separated and spent the day there sleeping. But that night I was discovered by those weird men and they chased me all the way to the warehouse at the pier. Something didn't feel right about being there; it felt as if they were herding me there. But I was able to slip inside without anyone noticing. After scaling a ladder nearby, I spent the rest of the time in the dark rafters. It was a good thing I did too, with all those guys."

Luca paused. "Could I get down?" he asked, "I'm starting to get dizzy."

"Oh, yeah, sure," Angel said, also hopping off her bed. They stood facing each other, until Angel suddenly hugged him. "I'm so glad you're okay," she confessed.

Luca returned the hug. "I'm glad you're fine too," he said. He pulled back and said, "I have something for you." Reaching up, Luca grabbed her purple bandana and held it in both hands. "It's kind of ruined," he said.

One bandana tail had been cut really short. She looked at it and smiled. "You saved my life," she said, looking back up at Luca, taking the bandana from him. Retying it around her head, the short end stuck out the top, the end of it curling down to just beyond the knot, the other end flowing down behind her. "Plus, it looks better this way," Angel said, posing.

Luca smiled.

There was silence for a little bit, until Angel broke it. "So, where are the guys?"

"I don't know," Luca answered, "Let's go find them."

"Okay," she agreed, and they were off.


"All you have to do is answer one question Professor," the Man said again, "Where?"

Professor Perry answered in the best fashion he could think of. He spit at him.

This enraged the Man. "Fine," he snarled, turning on the radio transmitter, "Go."

"Speak!" came a shouting voice from the other line.

"Hello? Professor?" came the timid voice from the other end.

"Jones?" Prof. Perry asked. "Jones where are you?" he shouted.

"Professor!" Jones shouted back, "Don't tell them anything! Don't…AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH- static. The Man turned it off mid-scream of agony, leaving Perry hot with angry tears.

"Now if you don't want your partner hurt anymore, you will tell me where!" the Man said.

Prof. Perry's teeth ground together painfully. A tear slipped down his face, but he still wouldn't speak.

"I didn't want to have to resort to this," the man sighed in false spirit. He walked over to the door and knocked on it twice. A peephole opened. "Bring it to me," the Man said.

Another man appeared soon, opening the door, presenting a piece of ripped cloth to the Man. He held the dirty and stained purple strip out in front of Prof. Perry.

"No," Prof. Perry said in horror and disbelief. At first he had thought they were bluffing when they said they had one, but now… there was no way they could have known the color, or even the kind of material, as he saw was the same as well. It was a piece of his daughter's bandana.

"Let us see if this little one is as steadfast as your student, ay Professor?"

"NOOO!" Perry screamed. Finally broken, his head drooping to his chest. "I'll… I'll… do it."

"Good," the man said, a dark humor twisting his lips upward. With a nod across the room, another man appeared from the shadows and untied the captive.

With a heaving, utterly agonized breath, the humbled and now freed professor rose to his feet.

"Follow me…"