A/N: ... and this one is even shorter than the last one. I was hoping to write more from Wally & Artemis in this chapter, but there's not enough time before my ortho appointment to finish it. Se la vie. I'll post again tonight. In the meantime, REVIEW PLZ! I love reviews :)

M'gann awoke to darkness, the steady drip-dripping sound of water, and a massive pain throbbing at the base of her skull. "Ow," she mumbled and sat up, instantly wishing she hadn't as pain exploded in her head and across the left side of her face. Gingerly she reached up to touch it, carefully running her fingers over the surface of her skin.

A gash stretched from her jaw to her temple, just barely beginning to scab over. The skin around the gash was covered with dried blood, but underneath it she could feel that it was bruised and swollen. It didn't feel remotely like her face anymore. What did this? How did it happen? She wondered. Her brain felt fuzzy and slow; she was having trouble concentrating. She ached all over, her arms felt as heavy as lead, and she was so tired… but hadn't she just woken up? Where was she? She didn't remember falling asleep, but she was laying down… on the floor? She could feel some hard surface underneath her, and wondered about it for another moment before her mind lost interest. Her head was pounding now, all this thinking making it hurt more. Sleep sounded good; she would go back to sleep, and maybe when she woke up she'd be able to think well enough to figure out where she was.

She shifted to a more comfortable position on the floor, which felt to her in her exhausted state like a feather mattress rather than the hard, cold surface it really was.

"Hey!" someone shouted, the sudden sound triggering a splitting pain in her skull. "The Martian's awake! Get the drug!"

She wanted to tell whoever it was to stop shouting, that she was trying to sleep, but she couldn't think straight enough to form words. A loud, rattling clang set her head spinning again, making her want to scream at them to stop making so much noise. She just wanted sleep.

She heard voices arguing; then, out of nowhere, she felt something sharp prick her side and a sharp twinge of pain in her ribs. And suddenly she felt nothing. It was bliss: no more pain, no more noise, just sleep, sweet, peaceful sleep taking her at last.

The guard stood in the doorway of the cell and watched the other man give the Martian a shot. The drug was supposed to keep her powers suppressed, but they were using a heavy dose—heavier than what was considered safe—just to be sure. The last thing they wanted was this powerful alien in full command of her abilities; at least, not on her own terms.

One cell over, another captive stirred as the door to M'gann's cell was slammed and locked. Kaldur peered through the bars at M'gann, dismay flooding him at the sight of her bruised and bloody face, her limp form on the floor. She's here because of me, he thought. I have failed my team. He looked around at the other cells, expecting to see the prone forms of the rest of his teammates, but they were empty. The thought didn't give him any hope, though, because he knew his teammates. He knew his friends, and he knew that they wouldn't just give up on him and M'gann. They would all be caught, all captured; as far as he could see there was no end in sight, no easy way out of this situation. Sooner or later, he knew, someone was going to get hurt.

He was right, already. He just didn't know it yet.

Finally! Now we know where Kaldur is. Happy? (If you're happy and you know it, please review! Ha ha.)