So it's defiantly been awhile guys and I totally apologize for that. But I did leave you guys with a hot scene between Mickie and Beck...like jeez who knew Mickie had that in her. Will it go anywhere? Will they put this to a stop? And where did Roami, Blayze, and Michael go? Are they in 2015?

Without further a do, let's make it do what it do-

-Mickie-

Soft, warm, firm lips. Rough, callused hands pressed firm on my skin. Soft, thick, smooth hair in between my fingers. A firm, strong, supportive body pressing me against the wall. My eyes fluttered into the back of my head, enjoying this amazing bliss. But, just as I was finally enjoying the sweet pleasure, I came crashing down...HARD!

I pushed myself from his lips and I immediately looked away. I didn't have it in me to look into his scarlet orbs and tell him I was buzzed, high off my surroundings, and that this was one big ass mistake. His forehead was pressed against the side of my head, his heavy warm breaths hitting my bare neck, sending chills down my spine. I bit my lip, having a war with myself. Part of me-a BIG part of me-wanted to go back to kissing him. But the other part-the part that has saved my ass more times than I can count-was telling me to run the hell away.

What to do?

"Mickie! Beck!" Rory's voice had carried to us over the music. Thank you, Rory!

I pushed Beck back and looked at the bottom of the staircase. Rory wasn't there, but I could still hear him calling for us. Some drunk kids came stumbling around the corner, saying "They're up here! That's them!" I looked over to a still pretty buzzed Beck and rolled my eyes. I pushed him forward by his head and followed him down the case. We turned the corner and found Boy Blue pushing through the crowds of people, reaching for us.

"What's wrong, Rory?" Beck had suddenly snapped back into leader mode.

"Outside-" It was too loud to hear him, but I knew he meant something was going on outside. He kept pointing to the windows and so I grabbed Beck's hand and led the way. I felt Beck's hand squeeze a litter tighter around my hand.

We hit the cold air like a slap in the face, but I was pretty heated already so I wasn't exactly shivering. But when I saw three figures flowing above everyone, an icy chill went down my back.

Black shaggy hair, piercing green eyes, and tan skin. It was none other than that fucker from 2050. The idiot who sent me here in the first fucking place. I balled my fists up, staring right at him. He was smirking smugly, his arms over his chest and his legs relaxed in the air. I shot up in the air, maybe a good forty feet from my counterpart-I'm assuming-and growled.

"So, we meet again." A girl with hair like Beck's said smugly.

"What are you doing here?" Beck cut right to the point.

"Oh, you thought we'd send you here and that's be the end of it?" She rolled her pink eyes. "As if! You three are ours."

"I call blondie! He looks like a crier!" A blonde, slutty looking girl, cheered happily.

"Little miss bitch is mine." Said my counterpart.

"As if you could actually beat me, now that I know what I'm dealing with." I laughed. "I eat marshmallows like you for breakfast."

"Michael, we not here to fight." Girl-Beck snapped. "It's a warning. Be on the watch Rowdies, because we'll hit you when you're not expecting it." She smirked before they dissipated into a red fog.

Michael.

Mickie and Michael. Counterparts. The Greens. The Bronze. The Brutal. The Athletes. The Rabid Dogs. The Bloody. The Warriors. The Toughest Fighters. It would be one great battle between he and I. As equals, I couldn't wait to see his smug face again.

-Michael-

She was so angry. Perfect! The angrier she is and the more annoyed and irritated the more brutality in our battle. She was my exact equal. She could match me punch for punch, kick for kick, power for power. I would enjoy fighting such a worthy opponent. Those two dweebs wouldn't stand a second with me, Blayze and Roami barely could themselves.

I punched the bag again, excited for the day I get to fight one of the best fighters I could think of.

-Beck-

A few days passed since Matt Teayota's party and our counterparts gave us our 'warning'. Mickie had yet to even so much as make eye contact with me. We sobered up pretty quickly after our...heated moment, but we had yet to discus it. It made Mickie feel weirded out, I could tell, and Rory was starting to catch on to our tension. He's asked me multiple times if something happened or if we were ok. I just blew it off and told him that Mickie and I were fine, and reminded him that we weren't touchy-feely with our emotions like he was...even though deep inside I just wished I could get Mickie to just look at me.

I sat in my room, pretending to read a book I had lost interest in long before I even picked the damn thing up. Mickie was back at the Complex with the Ruffs, probably playing video games or sleeping or eating. Rory was laying on my floor with his headphones in and his sketch pad out. I didn't bother trying to get him to leave, and the Puffs were all doing their own things for the day. Professor was down in the basement Lab working on some new experiment. It was a pretty slow day if you asked me.

I kept the news on as background sound...and to keep an ear out for three unidentified villains. I don't know how they did it, but Blayze and the Counterparts had sent us here and then sent themselves to 'finish' us off. Now, put me against that Michael and Rory and I wouldn't last three minutes. Put Mickie against those two girls and they won't last three seconds, but Mickie can't take all three. Her hands would be full with Michael of course. I could handle Blayze and Rory could hand Roami of course, but as to when they're strike and if we'd be ready I had no idea.