Thanks to deppfreak, lilagrace, and rubydoo who I couldn't respond to through the response thing... Glad you like it...

Oh, also wanted to thank Rubydoo for reviewing my oneshots, The Aftermath of V-Day, and uhm, I can't remember, but it's that other one you reviewed... Glad you liked them...

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Tom wasn't sure when it had happened, but Doug had fallen asleep. He could hear his quiet snores and watched as his chest rose and fell with each shallow breath. The younger officer wished that th older man would wake up; he didn't feel safe when the other man was asleep. He felt alone. He didn't want to wake him up, though, because he would probably get mad and then Tom would feel worse having his friend in a bad mood because of him. So Tom sat and stared at the window, wishing he could be out there instead of in here.

Doug didn't wake up before Tom was able to leave the room.

Tom had been standing at the window and looking out when he heard the door open. He turned to see two gun-wielding soldiers and fear-filled eyes quickly looked to Doug; the blonde was still asleep, oblivious to what was going on.

One of the soldiers walked towards Tom, who backed against the wall. He wanted to yell and scream for Doug to wake up, but knew they might kill him if he interfered. So he stood, like an open target, and waited. The soldier grabbed him by the arm and pulled him from the room; the other nudged Doug with a foot to ensure he was still alive – he was - and followed his fellow comrade.

Then Tom screamed, because he knew what was going to happen. Tom screamed at the soldiers to let him go, to leave him alone, but they didn't understand; even if they did, they probably wouldn't of cared all that much, anyways. They didn't care how much pain they inflicted, or who they killed; they just did it for fun, it seemed.

The younger officer found himself dragged into an all-too familiar room and only stopped begging when one smacked him hard across the face, yelling something in Spanish; something Tom took as shut up.

He shut up then.

He really didn't want to piss them off; they could go back and hurt Doug. Hurt Doug until Tom had succumbed to them and gave them what they wanted.. It hadn't happened, and no term close to friend or amigo had come up in conversation, but the young officer didn't want to take any chances. They could hurt him all they wanted; as long as Doug was safe, he didn't care.

Doug awoke with a start; something was wrong. He wasn't sure what, but he knew it had something to do with -

Tom.

Where was Tom?

Doug looked around the room frantically; Tom wasn't there, he was gone. They had taken him and Doug had slept through the whole ordeal.

"No, no, no," he thought angrily. How the Hell could he have let them take Tom? Angered, Doug turned and punched the wall.

He screamed in pain and anger and fear; he had let them get Tom, and now he was just sitting here while they did who knows what to him. He never should have brought Tom here; he had known it before and now the guilt had grown. He had gotten Tom into this when all along he had known it would be a bad idea. And when all he had wanted to do was get him out of here, he had slept while others did it for him. Except Doug had wanted to get the younger man out of here and to freedom; not to be tortured or -

"They won't kill him," "They could, they might," "They could kill him and you may never see him again," "They could throw his lifeless body back in here with you."

Too many thoughts were running through Doug's head and he hated it. Tom was still alive, and Doug would make sure he stayed that way. It was his responsibility to pull the younger man out of this Hell alive, and he planned on doing so no matter what; from now on he would make sure they went after him, not Tom. He didn't care what they did to him. They could do whatever they wanted; as long as Tom was safe.

TBC...