Hiya, peeps, it's WarOfChange here. Sorry for the weird update times - but I haven a life too -.- ... So ya. Well here's mt 4th installment of ARLWL - 3rd chapter. I will try harder on lenghth but it's hard... sorry :'( BTW: italics are Alex's thoughths.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own AR or anything related.

God, when did it get so cold... and echo-y? Seriously, what the hell. Am I dead? Is this the afterlife? What, no scales deciding whether I go to paradise or hell? Ha-ha... no. That wouldn't work anyway, my life is already a living hell... God, I sound pathetic...

So ya- cold, dark nothingness and I can audibly here myself thinking... Maybe I'm in a coma. I was really hurt if I remember correctly... was I? I really have no idea anymore... Well if I am in a coma, am I still in that ally? Geez, that would be a depressing picture...

Maybe someone found me and took me to a hospitable. Ya, that would be awesome... but most would probably just leave me there. Fucking society, won't even help a homeless orphan. Maybe they thought I was diseased or was just sleeping... I mean it was dark out- right? Geez, if I'm in a coma, don't I have a right to at least be able to think straight?! Then again I never really did or do follow the rules... fucking karma...

Seriously! Can I just wake up now!? I've been mind-screaming for... what? Hours? Years- heh, what's the medical bill going to look like?... OK, not funny... But I'm lonely!... OK, so I've always been lonely- but this is just aggravating. I'm stuck im either a coma or death. If it's death, than this must be punishment- forever lonely, isolation, eternity to just think... Wasn't there a study or something that people who spend a lot of time thinking alone tend to be depressed and more likely to develop mental problems? ...Geez, brain, thanks for giving me the most useless information ever when I NEED ANSWERS!... Maybe I have already gone crazy...

Wolf was sitting on the recliner in the foyer of the flat he shared with his unit. They figured that instead of each one of them renting a place and barely living in it that it would be easier that they all bunk together. And so it was done.

They had picked up the street kid two days ago. Wolf could swear that he had seen that face before... he just couldn't place where. After all when would a SAS ever associate with a street kid? It was bothering him to no end. Right now Snake was checking the kid over for the billionth time in the last 24 hours. If he didn't know better, he could have sworn that the kid was his unit member's own flesh and blood, the way he was doting over him. The kid, Wolf was going to have to find a better name for him- the kid sounded pretty blunt, was getting better. They had cleaned him up a bit, doctored him up, and force fed him enough to get his pate pallor up to a little-less-than-sickly-complexion, which was a huge achievement considering his state before. When Wolf had watched the sleeping juvenile, he occasionally twitched and muttered unidentifiable words, but it almost sounded as if he was trying to have a conversation with himself. Even Snake, when he wasn't locked in the kid's room, had reported that he was on the verge of waking multiple times. Soon enough they would get answers about this mysteriously familiar boy...

Oh! Come on! Let me wake up! There was just a guy in here. I was so close to figuring out what happened! Dammit. Gah, being stuck in here was so torturous! I'm done reminiscing about my life- and it's hell! Uggghhh... I'll just have ti figure out a way to get out by myself; I'm so done with this shit...

And here's the mother hen now... thought Wolf as he heard Snakes tromping from his position on the other side of the flat. "How is 'e?"

"I swear, he's almost awake, i just came out here to get some water in case he does," was the rushed response as Snake fumbled about the kitchen.
"God, with you fawning over him, someone-s going to think you aren't sharing something...hmm, Mr. Slither?..." offered Eagle helpfully as he rolled off the couch, having just woken up from a nap.

"Ya, ya, whatever, got to go," concluded Snake, "He might already be awake!"

Wake up... now!... now!... no... now! Ha! I saw some light! OK... Agai- ooh- ohh- I heard someone... someone-s... What!? Pinch me!? Wai- OWW! Dude, seriously, I'm still bruised all over... sheesh, that hurt... I'll have to remember to punch whoever did that...

"Hey! Look, he just flinched. See- I told you pinching him would work," retorted a smug Eagle to a pissed off Snake.
"Ye don't just pinch an injured boy! How would ye like it if I pummeled ye then pinched ye! I'll do it too!" threatened Snake, his Scottish accent becoming prominent in his anger.

Soon a full out argument was in play between Eagle and Snake with Fox trying and failing to calm the medic down. Wolf stood to the side, looking on with amusement untill his gaze fell to a small figure sitting up against the backboard of the bed, blinking owlishly at the scene before him.

So that's my chapter. Tell me what you think I'm the reviews and where I should go with this if you want an opportunity to help me write the story! yaaa!

special thanks to:

mkoneill1816 : thanks so mush, I'll try to update regularly!

Sparky122sparks : :P 3 haha sure thing.

tsunasoraceillover : haha ya I know- but they were only buzzed...