A/N: Hello to all my faithful readers. Sorry about the long wait, but this one's just a bit of a filler. I was in a bit of a creative rut… Anyways, enjoy, review and be sure to check out my new oneshot.

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Prosper nearly launched himself three feet in the air when he saw the eyes staring at him, at he certainly did a double-take. Sure enough, the eyes were still staring at him, attached to a confused looking face with what looked like ten times the color that had been there when he had first seen her. He raised his eyebrows. "Finally decide to wake up, huh?" He watched as she cleared the haze in her mind, realizing slowly that she wasn't anywhere she could recognize. He waited for the panic of realizing that she had no idea who Prosper was, either, to set in as well, so he was not surprised at the hostile glare he received. He chuckled. "Not a morning person, I take it."

"Where am I?" she demanded, in a voice as harsh as she could stand to make it. This only made Prosper's grin become wider.

"Don't worry; we're not holding you hostage here, if that's what you're thinking."

"We?" she inquired quickly.

"—we certainly weren't going to leave you out in the streets, considering the way you were," he continued, regardless.

"Hold on a second," she interrupted once again. "What's going on here?" Prosper wasn't sure how to respond.

"Y-you don't remember?" She gave him an incredulous look.

"Remember what? Last thing I remember was walking by the canals, and now… I've dropped off the face of the Earth." Prosper chuckled at the statement.

"So it seems. I'm not sure if it's a good idea to tell you where you are. At least, not yet. You understand, right?" She shrugged.

"Not really, but continue." He nodded.

"So you really don't remember anything." She shook her head and balanced herself on her elbows, preparing to stand. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," He warned, earning a glare from her as she proceeded to do it anyways.

"And why not?" she challenged, just as she was hit with a sharp pain. She let out a yelp and immediately fell back down onto the bed.

"Well, that's why. You didn't let me finish."

"Then, finish!" Prosper winced. She was beginning to remind him a bit of himself when he first met Scipio, so in a way he sort of understood.

"Your ankle is twisted." She groaned.

"Really? I never would have known that."

"Well, it could have been broken. Then you'd be off your feet for even longer." A long, awkward silence washed over them, conquering the room and suffocating its two inhabitants. It was Prosper who finally broke it. "You know, I think we may've gotten off on the wrong foot. No pun intended, of course." She snorted. "Name's Prosper," he introduced, holding out a hand.

"Artemis," she greeted after a minute of faltering and shifted onto one elbow in order to shake his hand. He noticed immediately how smooth her hands felt against his rough ones. He smiled.

"Well, Artemis, it's a pleasure to meet you. Although, I don't think you'll be able to meet the others quite as soon…" He trailed off. Artemis perked up like a guard dog that had sensed an intruder, telling Prosper that she still wasn't completely trusting him.

"Which others?" He shrugged.

"You'll see. They'll probably be back later tonight." She nodded, and quickly seemed to be in thought about something.

"Are you sure this isn't part of some elaborate scheme to collect ransom money? Because between you and me, I'm not entirely sure if you're going to make much…" This made Prosper laugh.

"I promise you, none of us have any such plans."

"Hey, whatever helps you sleep at night… I'm just saying that if you are--"

"Which I'm not," he interrupted.

"If you are," She continued, "It may not turn out quite the way you were expecting it to." Prosper grinned.

"Oh, that reminds me…" He stuffed his hand into his pocket and pulled out the silver chain Riccio had tried to steal. "I thought you would want this back."

Just like that, it was out of his hands faster than he could hand it to her. "Where did you find this?"

"I have my ways…Is it important?" She nodded.

"It's been in my family for…well, I can't remember how long. But way before I was born." She reached behind her neck, trying to buckle the clasp. "My mother gave it to me." Prosper realized she was having no luck with the necklace and took his queue.

"Here, let me help you with that." She smiled, although it was one that Prosper could not see from his position behind her.

"You know, you're awfully nice to be a thief."

"You know, you're awfully nice to be a hostage," he mimicked, earning a smile from his new sort-of-friend. At least, he assumed she was his friend. For now. Maybe. Just maybe…