Sadly, I don't own the Middleman. I don't even own the nifty ray gun that the Middleman has. I also don't own any song or song lyrics in this story, and the people that were involved with them are not involved in this story.

This disclaimer goes for the whole rest of this story so my author's notes don't have to be so looong.

However, before I start with the chapter, I want to respond to some reviews. I'll probably be doing this every chapter. This is my way to say thanks for reviewing!

Nicole- My first reviewer! Thanks for responding on whether or not you want Wendy/MM romance. I was worried no one was going to read the author's note…

Musicnotes093- Your confidence in my story is wonderful! Thank you too for responding on the romance topic! I would love to read your story when you get it up (especially if it has MM/Wendy romance). And I haven't had any trouble figuring out how to post my stories. Sorry for not being more help. I hope you get yours up soon!

One final thing before the chapter comes up and looks ridiculously short compared to this ridiculously long author's note. Thanks to the reviews for the first chapter, I am going to be going with MM/Wendy romance! Now on with the chapter!

"Hey Wendy Watson."

"Hey Noser."

"What do I need?"

"Love? Time? Something to give? A sign?"

"Yeah, a sign…"

He grinned at Wendy as she trudged towards her apartment, wearily pulling out her keys.

Wendy wondered if James Bond ever had days like this. Days were you didn't want to save the world, but just wanted to curl up at home, (not in his usual tux, but in sweats,) and just kick back and watch the biography on Monet or something. Then again, James Bond handled cool, evil masterminds that only wanted to get rich or destroy the world. Goldfinger never wanted to turn the world into half eagle/half human hybrids just to get people to appreciate animal wildlife. It sounded like something Lacey's evil twin would do. Speaking of Lacey…

She flipped on the light switch in her apartment, looking around for her roommate. But to her surprise, the apartment was…empty.

"Lace?" Wendy called out, looking around. "Lacey?"

She was gone. Wendy grinned with relief. A hot shower to remove all the eagle feathers in her hair, a pint of Rocky Road ice cream and some alone time were all she really wanted right now. Along with some free therapy sessions to get rid of the fact that she would now twitch whenever she saw a bald eagle. But you couldn't get everything you wanted.

She took a step into the apartment, and heard a rushing sound, like wind. Weird. Maybe she just had one too many feathers stuck in her ears right now. Dropping her keys and bag on the floor, she grabbed the ice cream out of the fridge and sunk into her couch. Hellooooo therapy.

As she spooned the ice cream into her mouth, she felt that weird, creepy feeling that everyone always gets when someone's watching them. Like you can almost feel their eyes on you.

'It's probably just the stress from today.' She reassured herself. Looking down, she patted the watch the Middleman had given her. If anybody tried anything, they would find themselves at the mercy of her gun toting boss with just a click of a button.

She heard the wind again. This time it came rushing by her and she heard the door slam shut behind her. As she turned around to see what was going on, she felt the wind come at her, grab her around the waist, and then slam her into the ground. It was so fast that Wendy barely saw anything, only the room speeding by as the wind moved her and the pain that came when her head slammed into the floor. The last thing she saw was a pair of blue eyes looking into hers before everything went black.

"Wendy? Wendy? Can you hear me?" Wendy woke to someone slapping her cheek. Above her, Lacey's head swam. But even in her dazed state, she could see Lacey's drawn eyebrows and concerned eyes.

"Chill, Lace, I'm fine." Her voice came out in a rough mumble.

"Wendy, what's going on? I just came home and you're passed out on the floor, covered in paint." Lacey's face crinkled in suspicion. "Did you throw a keg party without me?"

"What? Lacey…" She wasn't in the mood for this. She must have been really out… Falling onto the floor asleep. But she wasn't that tired when she came home, and her muscles didn't ache like they did now…

"'Cause you promised during our second year of art school…"

Wendy got up, ignoring her friend, and almost crawled up to her room, where she collapsed onto her bed, passing out once again, not even noticing that the red paint staining her clothes wasn't paint at all…

A pair of blue eyes reached down to her, where she lay on the floor, bound by ropes. The gag on her mouth prevented her from saying anything, but her eyes showed the fear and defiance that she felt.

"What to do…What to do…" The blue eyes murmured, in an almost song-like chant. "What to start with, what to start with…"

Wendy felt her chest tighten in anticipation...

And a pair of white hands flew out and grabbed her legs, bound together. She tried to wiggle them out of blue eyes' grasp but he simply tightened his hold, and then pushed them up with a tremendous crack. The knees were pushed up, past the their breaking point, so that they were turned up and her feet were near her chest.

Wendy screamed past her gag, feeling the searing hot pain slam into her, making her vision swim and her stomach turn.

"I don't like to start with something as big as legs, actually, I was going to save that for the grand finale. But then I thought, what if you somehow manage to run out on me? You can try to run now if you want to." He stood out of the way, gesturing towards the door. "Go on." Then, he gave a low chuckle, making Wendy open her eyes and look up at him. Her vision was still blurry, but she could faintly make out his pale, icy blue eyes. But then he interrupted her observations, crouching down and peering into her face, his rancid breath on her nose, burning her skin.

"Now, are you ready to tell me what you know?" Wendy shook her head. He couldn't just expect to break into her apartment, tie her up, and then get what he wanted…She wasn't going to let him win. She couldn't.

He grinned. "I'm glad, you know. This is going to be fun. You're much more resilient than I thought. Now, what next…" And he reached down for her ankles, and Wendy heard a snap, felt the pain begin to slam into her again, past her ankles and into her already heat filled legs, and she screamed beyond her gag…

"WENDY! DUB DUB WAKE UP!" She reared up, her body trembling. Lacey had one arm on her shoulder, one holding a half empty pitcher of water. Wendy felt her chest and face covered in water, mixing with the sweat and tears that were currently coming. She hurriedly used the covers to wipe her face, then she looked up at a shaken Lacey.

"Lace… What's wrong?" Her voice was still rough, but now it sounded hoarse, too.

"You…You were screaming…and shaking…And I shouted at you, but you wouldn't stop… I was getting worried. I got in your face and everything." She gestured towards the pitcher of water in her hand. "This was the last thing I could think of."

"I'm sorry Lacey." She reached up to rub her face, only to find her arm stiff and sore. "Was I that loud?"

"Woke me up. Dub Dub, is everything all right?" Wendy looked at Lacey, her face screwed up in concern.

"Yeah…Everything's fine. Just a nightmare." She flopped back down in bed, pulling the sheets over her head. "Just a nightmare." She repeated, for her own sake of mind as well as Lacey's.

"Ok then… Are you sure you don't need anything?" She heard Lacey retreat to her doorway, still unwilling to leave her.

"I'm fine Lace." She heard footsteps getting fainter and fainter as they went down the stairs, and breathed a bit more easily. But she could tell that she hadn't convinced her friend.

Or herself, either.

Whoo Hoo! First chapter! I personally wished I could have made it longer, but it seemed like the right place to stop.

P.S. I would really love it if you guys would review. I know that this is a new show, but at least a few reviews would really help, to let me know that people are interested in this story. And again, please put up Middleman stories! Thank you for reading! See you next chapter!