Reviewer Responces:

xxAznPenguin: Skyla IS Kowalski. Have you read their portfolios on my profile? Skyla is Kowalski turned female. I wanted Kowalski to be a girl in this fic.

MonkeyLucy: I'm glad I caught you off guard. I was aiming for that.

GrandOldPenguin: Thank you. I hope you continue to enjoy it. I'll make it as good as possible. And I'm glad I could teach you that. And don't rush on the title; take as long as you need.

I would also like to thank Maddog1997 adding my story as a story alert. Thanks you.

Kristen: *sobbing in a corner while Rico, Skyla, Private, and Marlene comfort her*

Rikki: I'm Kristen's best friend, and she's going through a really, er, tough time right now. So she asked me to post her stories from her computer. She apologizes for the long wait. She couldn't help it.

Skipper: Enjoi...

DISCLAIMER: Kristen doesn't own PoM.

*-KTKK-* r!KK!

Surprisingly, no Lobs showed up. Blowhole had uttered something along the lines of "want to finish you myself" to Skipper, but he was too busy kicking Blowhole's butt to actually listen. Kristen preoccupied herself with powering down the super-computer, which she knew would effectively power down all electrical devises. Rico, on the other hand, was shaking a hypnotized Skyla.

"Sky!" he shouted. "Ans'er!"

"James," she sighed dreamily.

Rico got mad and almost slapped her to snap her out of it, but couldn't bring himself to do it. He, instead, took out his anger by shouted cuss words that would make the devil himself cringe.

Then he suddenly got an idea. Maybe he had watched too many of Private's princess movies, or maybe he was crazier than he thought, but the corny idea actually sounded like a good one. True love's kiss.

Kristen frantically ripped out wires, pushed buttons, and typed codes. She knew what to do; as a child, she had listened in on her father's many conversations with fellow scientists. From there, she read many books on computers. While chemistry and biology weren't her strongest subjects, technology definately was. All she had to do was get to the main firewall and break it down, and she was very close.

Skipper fought very hard, and was slowly succeeding. He was punching and kicking with all of his might. He wanted to hurry and get out of there and make sure his little sister was okay. He wanted that this whole nightmare to be over. Dodging a punch, he swipe kicked Blowhole, smiling when the doctor fell. He quickly pinned him, his strength keeping him down.

"Where's the antidote?" he snarled.

Dr. Blowhole grinned. "Why should I tell you?"

"You tell me, or you die!"

"Violent, no?"

"Tell me!"

"Fine. The table behind me has a shot with a green liquid in it. That's the antidote."

Skipper narrowed his eyes. On one hand, he didn't want to trust him, but a bigger part of him told him that Blowhole wasn't lying. So he went with his gut and hesitantly got off him, keeping his eyes on him. He shuddered when he grabbed the needle, but he grasped it firm. Time to end the nightmare.

Kristen grinned and pressed one last button, and a dull moan came from the computer as it powered down. Every machines' lights dulled. Grinning in satisfaction, she turned to her father. He had himself propped on his elbows, still on his back from Skipper's assault. She walked over to him.

Rico grasped Skyla firmly but gently on the shoulders and pressed his lips to hers. She struggled, but couldn't break out of Rico's iron grip. He pulled away, but frowned at her words.

"What are you doing? I love James!"

Apparently, Private's princess movies were full of crap. He already knew that, but now he had legible evidence. Take that, Private.

"I have the antidote," Skipper said as he walked to them. "Take it."

Rico hesitantly grasped the needle, but told himself to trust Skipper. He grabbed a squirming Skyla and rolled up her sleeve, shoving it in her arm as gently as he could.

Kristen glared at her father. "Why? Why did you do this to me? And these innocent people?"

"They aren't innocent!" Blowhole snarled. "Skipper has always ruined my plans!"

"They deserve to be ruined!"

"YOU deserve to be ruined!"

"And thanks to you, I have been!"

"Listen, all I ever did was for you and your mother! It all came down when she went missing!"

"Lier! You were always drunk!"

He shrugged. "Alright, it's a lie. I never did like you, but your mother did, so I decided to just put up with you."

"Good. I hate you."

"Hate you too."

They were interupted by a pain-filled scream. They turned their attention to Skyla, who was on the ground clutching her arm, Skipper, who was looking frantic, and Rico, who held Skyla's hand tightly with a worried expression on his face. Skyla was clawing at her arm with tears running down her face.

"What happened?" Kristen asked, worried.

"I-I don't know! We just gave her the antidote, and-" Skipper stopped. He turned to a smug Blowhole and snarled, "What did it do to her?"

"Oh, that?" Blowhole asked in disintrest. "It's just a side effect. Acid is running through her veins, after all."

"WHAT?" they all bellowed together. "ACID?" Skipper continued alone.

"Yes, acid. Did I stutter?"

"How long until it wears off?" he ground out.

"Oh, it could last for... days."

"DAYS?"

"Is something wrong?"

"She could be in pain for days?" Kristen asked quietly.

Blowhole shrugged. "Yeah. Or it could end quickly. Or she could just die. I didn't really test it."

Skyla suddenly stopped. She panted for a minute, then opened her dark purple eyes. She smiled when she saw Rico and Skipper, but frowned at the sight of Blowhole.

"W-What's goin on?" she slurred.

"We need to get out of here," Skipper said, helping her up. He turned to Blowhole, who also got up and grinned evilly.

"I don't think so, Skipper."

Blowhole grabbed a remote from his pocket. When he pressed a green button, a giant cage fell onto the three, leaving Blowhole and Kristen free to roam. He grabbed Kristen's arm, keeping her from moving. She squirmed, but couldn't break from her father's iron grip.

"Let us out!" Skyla shouted.

"First, I have to fix my computer, thanks to SOMEBODY," he hissed, glaring at the shrinking Kristen. "Then I have to find young Patricia."

"You leave her alone!" Skipper shouted, pressing his body to the bars of the cell.

"But I need an assistant, and she has shown much progress," he said, grinning. "I plan on her joining me."

"I'll never join you." They turned to the doors, where Private stood, scowling at Dr. Blowhole. "Now let them go."

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Rikki: Kristen's still upset, so I guess I'll sign off now...

Oranges and smiles!

*-KTKK-* r!KK!