Ok u guys, I keep telling you to review, but do almost nothing to acknowledge them. I reply to few and it makes me feel bad. So im gonna include everyone who reviewed when skool was threatening me to discontinue this in my a/n.

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Good God that's a lot. Well, now that ive thoroughly bored you all, lets get on with the story, shall we?

Oh, and for all those who question, the point of the fight was to weaken Caliph to a point where he couldn't fight off Brooke's attempt to restore his light to him.

Brooke's P.O.V.

Brooke's struggle for consciousness raged on as she felt herself collapse into a pair of strong arms. Attempting to keep her eyes open, she could see through glimpses of shutting eyelids a somewhat worried looking Chase hovering above her.

I wonder what he's thinking about. She thought as pain surged through the entirety of her body. She couldn't even react to it anymore. Her body was thrusting itself into a sense of numbness to avoid feeling it and as a result, she could no longer move voluntarily.

Finally her eyes closed and darkness consumed her vision. She was barely aware of anything that was happening as she scarcely felt a light brush across her forehead and down to her cheek. Soon, she couldn't feel anything and soon after, she sunk into utter silence.

Chase's P.O.V.

Chase couldn't stop himself from wiping the hair out of her face, but once his hand made contact, his body took control and brought his hand down to her cheek.

Chase noticed when she went completely unconscious and furrowed his eyebrows.

He was angry at himself for letting him develop feelings for her. How could he have let this happen? How could it have happened?

Chase took his hand from her face and lay her down on the floor as he'd remembered a certain witch's presence.

Hesitantly tearing his eyes from her, he turned around to look up at the top of the giant staircase to see that the 1500 year old heylin witch was now standing again. On her face was a smirk that was a little less than friendly. Had Chase been anyone other than Chase, that smirk probably would have frightened him.

"What?" he asked coldly.

Wuya only shook her head and casually walked off to the side into the archway.

Chase narrowed his eyes in suspicion. She was planning something.

Chase now scanned the floor of his citadel. Three people all passed out on the floors. Chase sighed and rubbed his temples. This was going to be a long night.

Eight Hours Later

Still weary of the male Soyan, he'd thrown him in the dungeon with the dragon of wind. His cell was different however, it was magic-proof. After he'd done that, he'd carried Brooke to her room and laid her down on her bed.

Since then, he'd been sitting in his thrown room, silent as death, thinking over two million and one things. Omi and the others were probably near, they'd attempt to get back Raimundo, and that would be absolutely fine, it fit perfectly into his plan. The thing that didn't was the fact that Brooke was still knocked out.

He'd been stealthily checking on her status periodically since she passed out and now had to formulate a new step into his plan. It would be easy to take the monks out himself. Then he'd have them all, but he didn't want them all, he only wanted one.

He sat perched in his throne a while before getting back up to go see about Brooke. As he walked out of the room and back into the bleak halls that made up his palace, he began to think about his feeling for her once more. In her current state, she couldn't use any magic for fear of her life. Invoking such a high amount of pain was dangerous to the body, and she probably wouldn't survive doing it again any time soon.

Chase shook his head in frustration. Back when she was just another Soyan, this would have been easy, effortless, painless. But now…

Chase heaved a mental sigh of defeat as he placed his hand on the knob to Brooke's room.

Brooke's P.O.V.

buh……buh…….buh…….buh.

Brooke could hear her slow pulse throbbing inside her head, and it was killing her, as well as her legs, her arms, and most of her stomach. There wasn't a muscle in her body that didn't ache mercilessly. She tried to open her eyes, but even her eyelids were screaming at her.

So her eyes remained closed. The only thing that wasn't incapacitated was her hearing. She could hear just fine. She couldn't move, see, feel anything but pain, but she could hear perfectly.

And what she heard silence. A long long silence pierced by nothing but her own pulse for the longest.

Brooke layed there in her vegetable state mulling over the day's events. She'd won, she gave Caliph back his light. He was good again, he was her brother again. But where Caliph was now she didn't know, she wasn't even aware of her own surroundings. She knew she was on something soft in a deathly quiet area.

She vaguely wondered if she was still at Chase's before she heard what sounded like a doorknob turning. All activity in her mind was then directed to the footsteps which had taken the place of her pulse in providing her with a headache. They got louder and louder with each passing step until they finally halted where what sounded like right by her side.

There was another long pause of silence as Brooke's hearing autonomously intensified to try and assess who this person was and what they were doing. A long minute or two went by before anything happened again and Brooke felt herself sink a little as the area around her head was pressed down by something.

Seconds later she felt a pair of warm lips press themselves firmly against her own. If she could have moved at all, she would have pushed whoever the hell this was trying to rape her in her sleep off, but then she realized that those lips were familiar. She recognized those lips, they were Chase's!

So Chase was trying to rape her?

Brooke mentally shook her head as she tried to kiss him back. Unfortunately, lip movements seemed to have fled from her as well. Soon, Chase broke away leaving for a rather disappointed, and still shocked, vegetative Brooke.

She heard his steps as he left the room, closing the door behind him. Brooke now had something to think about to keep her mind off that damned pulse of hers.

Chase's P.O.V.

Chase was nearly gawking in disbelief at what he had just done. He knew that he shouldn't have, but seeing her there like that…

He had no control, none whatsoever. His body took over once again. It seemed to be doing that a little to frequently lately.

As he walked down the hallway and back into the citadel, he noticed as three small silhouettes and a tiny sliver of one came strolling in with voices to contrast their size.

"You sure about this Omi?" a rather loud female voice asked as they continued to walk further into his citadel.

"Yes," he answered just as loudly as she, "We must save Raimundo."

"Whatever you say there partner," boomed the loudest of them all.

You'd think that intruders would at least have the sense to whisper.

Chase shook his head at their bafoonery as he peered down at them.

So they were finally here. His plan could finally go into action. Good.

Brooke's P.O.V.

Brooke nearly had a heart attack when a loud noise echoed into her room from what seemed to be the citadel. Three others just like it soon followed causing Brooke's eyes to reflexively fly open.

The sudden intake of light made her eyes sting, but her adrenaline kept them open. There was something going on out there, something big. Brooke looked around anxiously and confirmed that she was indeed, still at Chase's and back in the room where she'd been staying.

Yet another loud bang made its way to her ears and Brooke had a sudden need to get the hell out of the bed and go to the source. If it was Chase, he might need her help. Though there probably wasn't much she could do in her current state. One more use of magic and she was done for, permanently, she could feel it. Even so...

Brooke, on sheer will power, managed to drag herself and all her achey muscles and bones, out of the bed and to the door. If she could help in anyway, she would be more than glad to.

OMG OMG OMG OMG. I actually got this one out in a timely manner! YEEY! Well folksies I hope you enjoy it and thank you ALL for ur reviews. Keep em coming. Eternal Smooches.