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 I apologize – I had originally intended to update every three days and this chapter is a week late. However, with the way classes are looking I may have to alter my schedule of updating, but please keep reading and reviewing – that's why I write. Very few people are reviewing, so I have decided that I will most likely remove this story unless I get some feedback (I apologize if this is an inconvenience to anyone). Good or bad, please let us know what you think, as this is my first story.

And for those who are interested, in the next chapter Mac wakes up, we find out more about Wyatt, and Chris acts recklessly.

Chapter 5

A few minutes later …

Angel followed Chris as he tore down the halls to Peter's office, not bothering to knock as he barged in.

Chris just towered over Peter's desk. "What did you find out?"

Peter looked up at him carefully. "Why don't you two sit down so we can talk?"

He smiled grimly as Angel pulled Chris into the chair beside her.

"Well, an informant spotted him. He's lost a lot of weight and well… looks a lot like Chris right now. Gaunt, tired; but he's alive."

Chris frowned at the comparison between them, but didn't want to argue. "So, where is he? We should go talk to him, bring him back home!"

Angel hesitated, sensing that Peter wasn't done. "Chris, let Peter talk. Peter, what were you going to say?"

Peter sighed, not wanting them to get their hopes up. "Well, he was spotted in the far reaches of the Underworld. That isn't – well, we all know that very few demons survive there, much less witches. There has been speculation that maybe he isn't himself any more. I'm sorry."

Chris shook his head, not believing him. "No, Wyatt wouldn't just turn or anything! He wouldn't betray us; maybe your informant was wrong!"

Angel sighed, not liking the sound of things. "Thanks for telling us Peter, we need to go digest this information." Standing, she led Chris to the door, quietly telling him "Hey you don't want everyone to know this, we'll talk when we get to your room, ok?"

Chris nodded, upset but he knew that she was right as he headed to his room, fuming silently.

Peter looked sadly at Angel. "Don't let him just run off if you can help it, things are very dangerous down there."

Angel nodded and trailed after Chris, barely hearing him say 'be careful' as she closed the door.

Bryan heard a noise and jerked to attention, only then realizing that he had fallen asleep as he played. He stretched to get rid of the soreness in his muscles that he had received from his sleeping position of leaning against Mac's bed. Standing up, he smiled at the still sleeping girl.

Suddenly he frowned, sensing something different. And then he saw it, Mac's hand had moved from where it was earlier. Calling over the nurse on duty, he asked her to check her out.

Alicia, the nurse, checked her out, but reported nothing other than that her vitals were stable.

Bryan sighed, nodding as she left. "Thanks Alicia. I guess I was just hoping is all…" He sat back down and began to play again, curious.

A few hours later…

Calem had woken up after a deep sleep, feeling refreshed. Standing, he caught a glimpse of a face in the mirror, jolting until he figured out it was just him – in Jace's body. Quickly changing his clothes, he headed over to the Resistance to see if he could talk to Mac.

The witch at the door asked him the passcode, but he had been studying this place and while and confidently answered. "Razzleberry delight. I'm here to see Mac."

The witch quickly ushered him in, and led him to a small empty room. "Wait here, I'll have someone come and take you to her."

Sitting in the small, white room, he thought of how idiotic the passcode was. I mean, really? Who in the world thought of something stupid like that?!