Hey-

Still apologizing for the last( cough, cough FILLER cough) chapter, this one is longer! Also thanks to Digibleach and Freedom Requires aBattle Cry for their reviews Plus, this is my favorite chapter so far, half of it is cause of all the action. The other half is showing that Sidney can take a punch, and pack a pretty good one in return.

R&R!

-JT

Iggy.

When I'd got home, I ignored Max's immature cold shoulder, it was so obvious she was giving and went right to my room, going over Sidney's phone number in my head.

I grabbed my cell off the kitchen counter where it was charging and entered my room, stepping over scraps of metals and wires poking out every which way. I waltzed right past my most recent explosive project which I had spent the entire last week working on, without a second thought, and slouched down on my bed nervously.

I tossed the phone back and forth trying to decide what would be the right time to call her. Softly whispering the numbers in between passes. "Seven… Three…"

Soon enough I gathered enough courage and quickly dialed the number before I could wimp out.

"Courage. You can do this. Just be cool. And dialing… and ringing… and…"

It rang two times before I heard her edgy voice, "Hello?"

I pressed the end call button.

"Hanging up!" I cried out, too over-anxious.

Yeah, that was real smooth Mr. Bond.

Wanting nothing more than to bash my head against the wall, I dialed again, biting my tongue in distress.

How did I manage to be so smooth back at the gas station and now I can't even give her a call?!

She picked up on the first ring. "Iggy?" she asked.

"Uh… yeah sorry." I mumbled.

I heard her laugh. "It's okay. So What's up?"

"Uh, just wondering… Um what time you playing tomorrow at the coffee house place thing?"

"Eight. Why?" I heard her smile in her voice.

"Uh yeah, no reason, just thought I'd swing by. So eight then?" I spit out quickly.

"Eight then. I'll see you there."

"Yeah totally. Tomorrow. Eight. Got it. Bye."

She laughed again.

"Bye Iggy."

Click.

I had to hold on to the edge of the table where my project was sitting to keep from melting into a puddle.

"Was that Sidney?" Nudge asked, immediately popping her head in.

"Yeah."

"You gonna meet her tomorrow or just "swing by"" she giggled. "Oh be quiet." I groaned, getting up and shutting the door.

I locked it and then flopped down on my bed, going over my plan to sneak out.

I couldn't wait for tomorrow.

Sidney.

It was Thursday and I was heading back over to the Break Room to play like usual, I was getting a little too hyped up after Iggy had called and said he was going to come.

I still couldn't believe I had spent over two hours running through the things in my closet, which is something I'd never do. I had finally settled on a dark purple cotton tank, my black high tops with the neon green laces and ripped skinny jeans. It was a good time to wear the jeans it was supposed to be a little chilly on this one summer night.

I let my long hair lay around below my shoulders and grabbed my guitar and skateboard.

As I walked out of the dark and into Break Room, I noticed that Iggy was already there. I kicked my skateboard behind an amp and walked up behind him and said. "Hey Iggy."

He jumped out of the chair in surprise.

I couldn't help, but laugh.

"Jeez, I thought you were going to smack your head against the ceiling." I joked still laughing, looking up at him as he walked around to me.

"Don't do that." He remarked.

"Sorry, but I thought you were expecting me."

"Well I wasn't paying attention, plus I was kinda nervous." He admitted, rubbing the back of his head.

I blushed.

"You need to stop making me blush."

"What can I say? It's a gift." He chuckled.

God, how I love his laugh!

It looked like there weren't really any people there. There was a couple and three women and some businessmen.

"Wow. It's a pretty small crowd tonight." I told him.

"I figured. There aren't a lot of voices." He said.

"Well I'm gonna get ready. I'll try to finish early tonight, so we can talk."

"Alright cool."

He smiled at this.

I smiled and turned to go set up, but he grabbed my hand at the last minute and pulled me back to face him.

"Miss me already?" I asked, smirking.

"Yeah. I just had to see you."

"Your blushing again." He said with a grin

I just smiled back and we stood there for a bit. I watched him as his beautiful blue eyes studied my face.

"Uh. Sidney, you going to play or not?" I heard Gunther call from the counter.

"Yeah. Sorry Gun." I said lowering my head, with slight embarrassment.

"Oh, go on." Iggy said letting go of my hand.

I smiled and headed up to the stage. I watched some of the businessmen leave as I got out my guitar and sat back on the stool and turned on the mike.

"Hey, okay I'd like to start this evening out with a song I wrote just yesterday actually. It's about that one moment in your life when you meet someone and you can't stop thinking about them. So yeah, here we go… And…"

Right before I could strike the first chord, the Coffee place blacked out.

No power. No lights.

"And the end." I said to the crowd, taking off my guitar and putting it in the stand Gunther had set up.

"Don't worry everyone, I'll go see what's wrong." Gunther reassured everyone.

But that wasn't the only thing I heard. "I'll help you." I heard someone, I guessed the guy of the couple say.

"Aw son of a-!" Iggy hissed before I heard a series of punches and kicks. I heard the three women scream and run out. "What the-" I started before I felt giant furry arms wrap around my shoulders.

"THE HELL!?" I shrieked, finishing my previous sentence.

"It's alright sweetheart. We just want your boyfriend okay?"

"No not okay! And he's not my boyfriend…"

"Yet!" I heard Iggy's voice gasp from across the coffee place.

I found myself smiling broadly and giving a small laugh while being nearly strangled by a random stranger.

"Just keep quiet and no harm-"

I felt something cold and sharp pressed against my wrist, he dug it in.

"Will come." The man seethed.

I whimpered loudly at the burst of pain.

"Sidney!" Iggy hollered.

Instantly at the spurt of the moment, I went into hyper drive. I launched my elbow into his solar plexus. This caused him to cough up an "oof" and loosen his arms long enough for me to free an arm and punch him square in the nose. He let go of me for a minute to check the damage done to his nose. I jumped at the opportunity and kicked him in the ribs. He fell back and I leapt off the small stage, extremely thankful for all the self defense classes my dad had given me and Duncan.

That was when I realized it felt like he was more like, holding me back than trying to abduct me.

"IGGY!" I called for him wanting to know what was going on, but obviously there was no time to find out.

"SIDNEY! GET OUT OF HERE!" He shouted back, sounding like he was in some pain. I heard a loud punch and someone cough in a disturbing way.

"I KNOW THIS SOUNDS CLICHÉ, BUT NOT WITHOUT YOU!"

I shouted back as I flipped a guy who had been running at me.

I didn't hear his response if he did, cause I was, once again, grabbed from the behind by another set of large and hairy arms. Instinctively I screamed my head off then decided to try a different approach.

"SIDNEY!" I heard Iggy scream from whatever part of the Break Room he was in.

I would've given anything to shout anything back. Just to let him know that I was there, but no. Instead the guy who was holding me back was pretty much shoving his whole damn fist into my mouth.

God, did that guy ever wash his hands!?

Disturbed and disgusted, I decided to go for the groin this time, so I kicked back using a large amount of force and probably made it impossible for him to reproduce.

He dropped me and fell to his knees. "Oh, wow… oww… My tenders." The other guy groaned in pain. I took this time to go for what my dad used to always said was the "groin of the head". The eyes.

I gouged them both and took off to find Iggy.

"IGGY?" I cried.

"DUCK!" His voice shouted.

"Wha-" And I heard something catching wind and I dropped to my knees, dodging an amp that had just been thrown out of nowhere.

As soon as I ducked down to the floor, in order to dodge the amp, I felt a softer set of arms grab me and pick me up and shoot out the door at lightning speed.

That was the last thing I remember before I passed out.