Notes: This is a story that was co-written with Angelina Rose and we hope that you enjoy it. PLEASE review – it makes us happy. And a special thanks to Julie Windred, Samantha Skellington, and KellyAnnie for the reviews of the second chapter!

Chapter 3

Somewhere in California …

Bryan was doing something he enjoyed – cooking. He was the unofficial cook at the resistance, often cooking for up to twenty people at a time. The only problem with cooking nowadays was finding food that was fresh – or even edible. The source had quickly taken over the world food stores when he first claimed the title of "Supreme Ruler of Everything," leaving the rest of the world to either pledge loyalty to him or starve. Luckily a few of the witches could conjure what they need, but magically produced food usually had an after-taste that most didn't particularly like. But this was war, and they used what they had to survive.

Making his famous cheese and potatoes, Bryan started thinking of the attack earlier. We lost another one; our numbers are shrinking. If the attacks keep up I'll be cooking for only a handful. That's depressing, think of something else… Oh I should finish my new song later, that would be fun and give me something to do while I sit.

Sliding the food into the old oven, he smiled and set the timer nearby. Glancing at the wall clock that was missing a few numbers, he was surprised to find how much time had gone by. Wow, I'm in here almost as much as Angel is in the Medical bay. And that's saying something. I wonder how Mac is doing?

Heading to the Medical bay, he saw Angel over by Mac and smiled. "Hey, how is she?"

Angel looked up at him, smiling back. "Actually, she's improved a little bit! She's now responding to some stimuli, but hasn't woken up yet. Her pulse is stronger, and I've been able to access a few more memories. Things are looking up, we expect a full recovery!"

"That's great! What else did you find out?" Bryan was happy, and curious.

"Well, she's a hunter. I saw her hunting some demons. I actually should go tell Peter, will you watch her?"

Bryan nodded. "Of course, just let me run get my guitar so I'll have something to do." Running to his room he pulled out an old, scratched guitar that had definitely seen better days.

Walking back into the Med bay, he sat down near Mac and started working on his new song, picking out the chords as Angel went and talked to Peter, who agreed to see if he could find someone she might know.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the Underworld...

Calem had just finished with the tricky magic, and was trying to get used to his new body. Well, he has definitely kept in shape, this is wonderful. A little tired, which makes things sloppy, but I can handle that. The only downfall with this idea is that I won't have my normal powers. I'll have this pitiful witch power of aerokinesis. I mean really, who wants to control wind?

Smirking at the underlings, he barked his orders. "Keep him in there and don't do anything until I come back. If he gets hungry, there are some sandwiches in the kitchen and water in there as well. Don't let him escape!"

Stalking into the next room, he used a potion to teleport himself topside to 'his' apartment to catch a few hours rest before going after Mac.

Jace woke up with the worst headache he ever had. This is worse than the hangover after me and Mac went out drinking that night. She out drank me so easily. Chuckling at the memory, he then winced at the pain then wondered why he was lying on the ground.

Shaking his head to clear his vision, he frowned as metal bars came into view. As his head finally cleared he was startled to discover he was in a cage in what looked like the underworld. Oh, this is so not good!