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Thirteen woke in her own bed with an empty space beside her. Groaning and squinting her eyes against the sunlight that streamed through the window, she slowly lifted her head. Pain hit her like someone took a baseball bat to her forehead. With a sigh, she dropped her head back down to her pillow and reached her arm out to the side. Her hand brushed fabric of a different texture than her blanket and she turned and glanced at it. Gripping the blue tank top, she momentarily wondered how girls always managed to forget their clothes. What did they do, go home shirtless?

Tossing the shirt off to the side, she lifted her head once more and ran her fingers through her hair. The fact that she always woke up alone no matter what girl she brought home almost made her heart ache. Almost. Waking up to some random girl from the bar could end up very awkward. Turning her head, she glanced at her clock. 9:42. "Shit." She was supposed to be at the hospital by nine. Ignoring her hangover as best as she could, she jumped out of bed and grabbed clothes from a pile she hoped was clean.

It was a good debate over whether or not she had time for a shower. Obviously, she didn't, but she knew she reeked of liquor and cigarette smoke. It had to be bad when she could even smell it on herself. She tossed her clothes into a random corner and turned the shower faucet to relatively hot, giving it a second to warm up. Soap and shampoo lined the shower shelves - not because she was really into that stuff, but sometimes it took more than one to get rid of the smell from the clubs and bars. It took washing her body three times and her hair twice until she was satisfied no one was going to get too close and realize where she had been all night long.

The water almost scalded her skin and, in a way, she thought it as punishment for the night before. Being comfortable was too much of a luxury, but being uncomfortable made her feel alive. That and it woke her up almost as much as freezing water would have. Unfortunately, cold water didn't take away the slightly dirty feeling she got from the girls she slept with. Hot water almost took it away, but not completely. The water didn't turn off until a razor blade was grabbed from one of the shelves and a few cuts across the arm were enough to distract her from whatever feelings she may have had. Feelings were overrated anyway.

A long sleeved shirt and her lab jacket covered up the cuts on her wrist, but not even makeup could cover the dark circles under her eyes as she dragged herself into work. Passing Cameron in the hall, she tried to ignore the disapproving look she received from her. Thinking Cameron may have been disappointed in her began to make her disappointed in herself. She quickly scolded herself and reminded her she didn't give a care about anything Cameron thought.

"Look what Dr. Cameron bought me!" Alex bounced on the hospital bed as Thirteen walked into his room. He held up a fuzzy looking Pirates of the Caribbean blanket and showed it off to her. "Do you watch Pirates of the Caribbean?" He shifted a bit and watched her sit down beside his bed then tilted his head to the side. "Do you watch Pirates of the Caribbean?" he repeated.

Muffling a yawn with her hand, Thirteen nodded her head. "I've seen the first one once or twice. I think I might have seen a bit of the third one too."

Alex seemed satisfied with her answer. "Will you tell me the story now?" He wrapped the blanket around himself and rolled onto his side so he was facing her.

Thirteen looked confused for a moment. "What story?"

"The epic, Dr. Hadley!" Alex reminded her.

"Oh, yeah." She nodded. "Alright. Alright, close your eyes." She pushed her hair from her face and watched him as he quickly clamped his eyes shut. "What do you see?"

He paused for a moment then shrugged. "Nothing."

"Rub them," Thirteen suggested. "Do you see the stars?" From the corner of her eye, she could see Cameron standing by the door - also rubbing her closed eyes. She wanted to think it was pathetic, but in a way it was almost a bit cute.

"Yes." Alex's answer snapped Thirteen's attention back over to him and the story.

It was nighttime and the dark, clear sky was full of stars. Four people stood on a small island that was surrounded by a calm sea. The calmness was deceptive though. For at that moment, an Indian named Kutner with a bandaged thigh swam toward the island. He finally made it to land and crawled upon the sand then stood up.

"Tell me, Indian, is it true?" A dark skinned man who had been facing the opposite direction turned to face him.

Kutner nodded mutely.

"Foreman, is what true?" A woman adjusted her red mask on her face then turned to face the men. "What are we talking about?"

"Governor House will execute your twin sister tomorrow morning. I'm so sorry, Remy." Foreman bowed his head apologetically then turned away.

"My poor twin," Remy murmured.

The sun came up the next morning and Remy slid her knife into her belt loop. In all, there were five of them. They had only one thing in common: a hatred of Governor House.

The first was an ex-slave that Governor House had made sure to overwork. Wilson stood beside his brother in a field of wheat and cattle, surrounded by other slaves. They tightened their grip on the rope as they wished they had never been born into slavery and pulled a cart of wheat across the field. Sometimes it felt to Wilson as if his existence was only there to satisfy whatever Governor House wanted him to do. They pulled the cart harder and walked for several moments before Wilson's brother collapsed to the ground.

Wilson was quick to react. He cried out and grabbed the knife used to cut the crops and slammed it down on the chains that held him and his brother to the cart. Once free, he knelt down beside his brother and checked his pulse. There was none. Tears filled his eyes and he leapt to his feet. It was only a few moments before he made a torch and set fire to the entire field. While the other slaves began to run free, he covered his eyes and cried out in heartbrokenness over his brother's death. He swore he'd be responsible for Governor House's death.

"I like him," Alex stated.

Then there was the Indian, Kutner. He had a habit of stroking his brow when he was nervous. Kutner was married to the most beautiful squall in the land. Nobody had ever seen her though because she wore a cloak.

The young woman walked from the well to her house, carrying a bucket of water in her arms. Governor House approached her dressed in disguise as a leper. He had only wanted to find out some secrets about her husband, but when he saw her reflection in the water, he was absolutely smitten.

Kutner stroked his brow as he guarded the wigwam overnight to protect his beautiful wife. The exhaustion was too much for him to bear. Soon, he found himself asleep. When he woke up, one of the doors to his home was open. He rushed inside but found it completely empty. His wife had been kidnapped by the evil Governor House.

The squall refused to show herself to House, so he threw her into the labyrinth of despair. House was a man of very little patience. She ran through the labyrinth - up and down all the stairs until she was exhausted, her bare feet rubbed raw and bleeding as she trudged on. She soon realized there was only one way out. Bloody footprints trailed behind her as she climbed the stairs to the top of the highest tower then threw herself off the ledge.

When Kutner found her body, he took a blood oath never to look at another woman ever again. He swore that he would be responsible for Governor House's death.

"I like him too," Alex informed her.

Foreman was an explosives expert. He built a bomb that exploded the entire side of a mountain. When House heard about the power of Foreman's bombs, he felt threatened. He had him publicly banished. When Foreman returned to his city, everyone ran in their houses and hid. Even speaking to him was punishable by death and the people were afraid. Even his priest refused to hear his confession and grant him forgiveness so others could speak to him again. Foreman swore he would be responsible for Governor House's death.

Next was the English naturalist Chase.

This seemed to catch Cameron's attention. She fidgeted in the doorway and looked down at her hands then across the room.

Thirteen pretended not to notice. She cleared her throat and continued, pulling at a lose string on the hospital blanket as she spoke.

Chase loved all living things. He loved creatures and plants and everything that was alive. He was also always accompanied by his shy, brilliant colleague Wallace the monkey. The two were best friends, but Chase always tended to take credit for what Wallace said and pretend he knew more. For instance, as they were watching pink flamingos in a lake, Wallace explained why Flamingos were pink. Chase told him he already knew that, even though he hadn't. Despite that, they were both very intelligent and developed many theories together. They were still looking for something though.

"A butterfly?" Alex suggested, hugging his blanket tighter. He smiled and batted his eyelashes at Thirteen.

She laughed quietly and nodded. "That's a good guess. A very specific butterfly called Americana Exotica."

Chase and Wallace walked through the woods together and approached their home. On the porch in front of their door, there was a box. The two approached it and looked it over. It was labeled 'Americana Exotica'. Feeling a rush of excitement, Chase opened the wooden lid and looked inside. Governor House had sent them a dead one. Chase dropped to his knees and buried his face in his hands. He swore he would kill Governor House.

"Butterfly Reef," Thirteen said.

Alex was silent for a moment. "Is Governor House a mean man?" he questioned. "Like Dr. House? He's kinda grumpy."

She nodded. "Oh, yeah. Very mean. Butterfly Reef was where Governor House decided to banish the heroes. It was called Butterfly Reef because the island was surrounded by a reef that caused the water to be lighter and in the shape of a butterfly. He sent them there to mock them. He hoped that in their fight for survival, they would end up devouring each other. So the buccaneers were trapped on the island."

"What's a buccaneer?" Alex asked.

Thirteen began to wonder why kids had to ask so many questions. If he wanted a story, he was going to have to be quiet so he could hear it. She answered him anyway because Cameron was listening in the doorway. "Well, it's like a pirate. Pirate and buccaneer…it's like the same thing."

"I don't like pirates," Alex complained. He stuck out his lower lip in a pout.

Crossing her arms, she leaned back against her chair. "You're the one who asked for a pirate story."

"Nu uh." He shook his head and frowned.

"Yes, you did," she argued. Her head ached and she was quickly becoming exasperated. Feeling Cameron's eyes on her, she was also starting to get nervous. What if she wasn't saying the right things? She rationalized she felt this way because it was Cameron who could easily tell House if she messed up, not because she cared what the cute, blond doctor thought. Realizing she thought of Cameron as cute, she almost hit herself in the forehead. She figured smacking herself with a headache wouldn't be the best idea.

"Nu uh," Alex argued back. "I just wanted to know if you watched Pirates of the Caribbean."

Thirteen tilted her head to the side and dropped her hands to her lap. "Why?"

"Because Dr. Cameron got me a really cool blanket and I just - I just wanted to know." He stated it as if she should have already known the answer.

"Okay then." She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. "Well, it's not a pirate story. It's a story about bandits."

The bandits couldn't have possibly been pirates. The masked hero Remy didn't even know how to swim. She stood at the end of the island and looked out at the miles of clear, blue ocean water. "I need to learn to swim," she stated. Very little was known about her, except that she and her twin sister, the Blue Bandit, had both escaped execution from the Spanish Governor House. Their chances of survival were much better apart. They swore they would kill Governor House then Remy rode forward on her horse and the Blue Bandit jumped off the side of a bridge to go into another direction.

Remy suggested that they make a plan to get off the island to rescue her twin, who Governor House had re-captured. Foreman huffed and Chase began to go through his box of items he had been collecting. Wallace was resting inside Chase's bag when he heard Remy say that they needed an idea. He motioned Chase to listen to him then told him about how elephants could swim.

"All elephants?" Chase whispered to him. He could suddenly hear elephants in the distance. Wallace nodded and Chase exclaimed the idea. The bandits motioned the elephants to shore and climbed on.

"This was an excellent idea!" Remy complimented Chase from on top one of the elephants. The bandits that did know how to swim had jumped off the elephants and were swimming gracefully toward land. A few of them were even doing cheerful somersaults under the water.

"Land!" Remy cried as the elephants dropped them off. She kissed the sand then realized that was a bad idea and had to wipe her lips and tongue off on her shirt sleeve. Sand was gross when it got in your mouth. "You're brilliant!" She exclaimed to Chase. "Where do you get your ideas?!"

Chase didn't answer.

The bandits gathered their things then began to walk across a short peninsula. In front of them was a giant tree that looked as if it had been scorched in a fire. It began to smoke and make crackling noises. The bandits all stopped and stared at it.

"What's going on?" Remy whispered to Kutner. He only shrugged and stared.

The tree burst into flames that burned for about twenty seconds before dying out. After more crackling noises, a woman broke free from inside the tree. She began to speak in gibberish.

"I think she's gone mad from torture from Governor House," Remy suggested.

"It's not true," Chase answered, listening intently to the woman. "She says she's a mystic. Her name is Cuddy and she's come to help us get revenge on Governor House! She says that this region was once a lush forest filled with birds and sacred trees, but Governor House burned everything down. She says our mission will be hard and only the fittest of us will manage to survive."

"We have no use for a mystic," Remy said. "Tell her that. She is right that our mission will be dangerous. She will only slow us down though."

Chase motioned for Cuddy to leave.

As they spoke to the mystic, Wilson had wandered a few feet away. He hovered above the water for a moment with his bow and arrow then shot downward. With a grin on his face, he pulled the arrow out of the water. There was a fish on the end of it. "I have an idea!" he called to the rest of them.

Wilson caught a few more fish. He put his bow and arrow in a basket with his bow and arrow them covered the basket with a small blanket. He and the other bandits walked to the building where Remy's twin sister was being kept prisoner. Once there, they stopped at the bottom of a tall flight of stair that had two guards covered in black, metal armor guarding the door.

The bandits hid behind a cart that was at the bottom of the stairs as Wilson began to climb toward the guards. Half way there, he tripped and dropped the basket. The guards noticed the bow and arrows fall from his basket and they rushed toward him. The other bandits pulled out guns and began to shoot at the guards before they could kill Wilson. They killed both guards then Kutner rushed to help Wilson up as the other bandits made a dash for the closing door. Wilson grabbed his strongest arrow and shot it at the door in hopes it would get there just as the door closed and hold it open. Instead, he accidentally almost shot Kutner in the head. He didn't, but unfortunately the arrow only fell to the ground in front of the door.

Chase knelt in front of the large, wooden door and closed one eye. He looked through the keyhole with his open eye and was a bit frightened by the guards inside. There had to be at least fifty of them. They began to group up and march toward the door when out of nowhere, it was like a tornado began to go through them. Guards were thrown left and right.

"Stand aside," Foreman said as he held up a bomb. "Before you say ka-boom."

Chase pulled out a key he had taken from one of the guards and unlocked the door. He glanced at Foreman, who put out the bomb.

Guards were still being thrown left and right until they all lay dead on a giant pile. Cuddy climbed from the middle and stood on top of them with one arm in the air - kind of like superman. The bandits slowly walked inside and all stood in a line in front of Cuddy. They bowed their heads.

Remy was the first to look up. "I am sorry for disrespecting you," she apologized. "Please join us on our mission."

Cuddy stepped down to join the group of bandits and they all rushed forward toward the room Remy's twin sister was being held prisoner in.

Cameron was staring at Thirteen intently from her spot beside the door and Thirteen was sure she hadn't blinked within the last five minutes. It was beginning to make her feel awkward. "First, a little break," she said as she stood.

Alex frowned and threw his hands down on the bed. "You can't stop there!" he exclaimed.

"I just want to talk to Dr. Cameron for a moment," Thirteen explained. She glanced over at Cameron then looked at Alex again.

"No." Alex shook his head. "Tell me the story," he demanded. "What happened with the blue bandit?"

Thirteen sighed and patted his leg. "It won't take long. I promise I'll be right back in one moment." She walked to the door and took Cameron by the arm, gently pulling her outside. "Look," she said, trying not to sound angry. "I know House probably sent you to look after me, but I really don't need a babysitter."

Cameron glanced down at the ground. She opened her mouth to say something, but Alex interrupted.

"It's been a moment!" He called. "It's been a moment! It's been a moment! It's been a moment!"

Thirteen glanced in the room and Alex began to giggle. She shot Cameron a look then walked back inside. Cameron returned to her spot in the doorway.

The bandits ran through the building, but they arrived at Chandelier Hall too late. Governor House had tortured Remy's twin and her crew. He hung them from the ceiling in the form of a Chandelier. Remy's twin was stretched out in the middle with five other bodies curled around her. In total there were six dead and they all spun in a circle on the ceiling.

"That's enough story telling for now." A nurse walked into the room, pushing a cart. "Time to check you over, Alexander."

Alex whined and curled up on his side. "No," he argued, tears stinging his eyes. "I want Dr. Hadley to keep telling me the story."

For a moment, Thirteen considered asking the nurse to leave and come back in an hour. Then again, she was exhausted though and this would be the perfect opportunity to find somewhere to just lay down for awhile. "I'll tell you more of the story later. You need to listen to the nurse." She stood and walked out of the room, glancing at Cameron out of the corner of her eye. She watched to see if she would follow, but Cameron turned and walked silently in a different direction. Thirteen was slightly disappointed.