I'm sorry about this, I was having some major writers block so I'm kind of rambling. Also… Is Gazzy too off character? If so please tell me, I'm still trying to get the hang of writing for everyone's taste. Also I was wondering about the plot line… Any suggestions would be good. Disclaimer: I do not own Gazzy Nudge Iggy Max Fang or Angel, although one can always wish. (not so much for angel, no offense)I also do not own the white coats or the School; one sometimes doesn't want to wish. ON WITH THE STORY! WOOT WOOT!

I sat up thinking of what torturous things would happen today. Hopefully it wouldn't be as horrible as the day before, or worse. The room was still dark, as it always would be. I never knew if it was night or day and it got pretty confusing. In fact, I was pretty sure it was about 3 in the morning when it felt like 12 in the afternoon.

"Good morning sleepy head," Iggy laughed. It amazed me how he could be so joyful when we were in the hands of the School. But alas, it was Iggy; he could laugh almost anytime. Especially when we used to sneak into Max's room and put some explosives in her… never mind. Or that time when we took Nudge's lipstick and wrote on her mirror 'the end of makeup as you know it is coming'

"Morning," I said groggily rubbing the dirt out of my eyes. I stood up and rubbed two of my fingers across the perimeter of the room. A daily habit, just to know my surroundings, plus you never know if they changed our rooms in the night… or was it morning? A thin trail of blood followed the line of my fingers. Figures.

"I would make breakfast but I don't think that white coats believe in feeding people," Iggy said. "They certainly believe in feeding themselves though."

I laughed, "So I've noticed." I rubbed the back of my neck, noticing something besides the usual cuts and bruises. "Hey Iggy could you-" I stopped remembering that Iggy can't see. "Never mind."

I snuck a glance at Iggy's neck, hoping I wouldn't see an expiration date. Nothing so far as I could see. Looks like Iggy may have to live without me.

As I was thinking of my short life ahead a hand grabbed my collar and pulled me outside the room. "What are you doing?" I screeched.

"Testing starts today," the white coat said mechanically.

"What?" I asked confused. I was thrown into a small room lit with florescent lights. A treadmill sat in the middle of the room haunting me. A white coat followed me in and handcuffed me to the tread mill.

"Run," the white coat explained.

The treadmill started up at insane speed. I ran as fast as I could to keep up with it but it was too fast. As I slipped backward of the treadmill the handcuff rubbed against my wrist turning it an ugly shade of black and blue. I winced but kept on running. It must have been at least five miles later when I finally gave up. I put my feet on either side of the treadmill so I could take a break.

"I didn't say stop." The white coat took a device out of its pocket that looked a bit like a screwdriver but more… electric. He stabbed me with it burning a plus shaped scar on my back, matching the others. Tears came to my eyes but I kept strong for Iggy's sake. I pulled myself from the ground and went back on the treadmill.

My tattered shirt was soaked with sweat by the time I got off the cursed machine. I was escorted back to my room to find Iggy sitting with his head in his hands.

"What'd they do to you?" I asked angrily. If they did anything bad to Iggy they were going to pay.

Iggy looked up at me with tears in his crystal eyes. His whole face was a bloody mess, it hurt just to look at him. "Lesson number one: you can't disable bombs when you're blind."

"I'm sorry," I murmured.

"Sorry for what? It's not your fault that those white coats have sick minds," Iggy said. "White coats; disgraces, each and everyone of them."

"Yeah I guess so."

We sat in silence for a while.

"Was Jeb a disgrace?" I asked.

Iggy seemed startled by my question. "I don't think so; it's hard to tell now a day." He stood up and ruffled his hair. He must have had a hard day, judging by the way the sleeves of his shirt had been ripped off... well it looked more like burned off.

"I think he's good. He did take us in after all," I mentioned.

"Well yeah, but he is the reason we ended up here."

I thought about that for a moment. Jeb is sort-of bipolar in my life. As much as I want to like him, I can't. He brought us out of the School and now he brought us back into it. This time I don't think we'll live long enough to be let out. At least we weren't in dog crates. I cringed remembering the first five or so years of my life.

"I shouldn't have let this happen," Iggy mumbled. "It's my fault we're in this situation. You shouldn't have to suffer, why couldn't they just have taken me?"

"Where did that come from? It's not your fault." I was confused. It definitely wasn't Iggy's fault we were in this mess, we were just… accident prone.

"How do you know? You're suffering from amnesia, from being electrocuted no doubt. I blame Max for letting us out in the lightning storm." Iggy shook his head disappointedly.

"Can you tell me what happened? It's killing me that I don't remember and I don't want to die not knowing."

Iggy sighed, "You really want to know?"

"Please. I'm dying here, literally. If I don't know I'll go crazy."

"It's a little bit late for that," Iggy laughed. "We went crazy a little before we went pyro."

I laughed despite the seriousness in the air. Iggy began the bitter sweet story as I patiently listened.

yay! im going to warn you now, the next story is in Iggy's POV. So all you Gazzy fans there's cuteness and angst. For all you Iggy fans (like me!) there is a bunch of Iggy upsetness. So beware!