"That's great!" I said excitedly. That's when the subway lurched. The boy I had been talking to moments before pitched forward, hitting the pole in front of him. I lost my balance. I quickly regained it and the power in the car flickered. "Hey, you alright?"

Somehow I knew he was gone before I could even check to make sure. I tried to hope that he wasn't. Just a concussion. No. He was gone.

Something changed then. The scene seemed to rewind. I was looking at myself. A voice that wasn't mine said, "That's great!"

The subway lurched and I pitched forward straight into the pole in front of me.

Sweets woke up with a gasp. He was covered in a cold sweat despite the fact that he was shivering. He tried to shake himself awake. The drugs were still in his system and it was making him extremely tired. He desperately wanted to stay awake. Agent Booth and Doctor Brennan could find him at any moment.

The harder he fought the heavier his eyelids felt. He gave up and they dropped shut again.

"Why'd he take you, Sweets?" Dr. B asked. She looked distraught. Which I noted was highly unusual of the anthropologist.

"I don't know, Doctor Brennan." I replied. I honestly had no clue. Maybe they had meant to grab someone else.

"You're the duckling."

I turned to see Agent Booth. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his face was hard. No emotion showed through his mask. "I'm what?"

"Our duckling." Booth replied. Brennan walked over to stand beside Booth as he continued. "You're our duckling. Doctor Gordon Gordon told us about your parents. That they died right before you joined the bureau. That you were just looking for someone to be your family."

I searched for words. How was this possible? Booth actually cared? And Brennan too? All they'd done was take advantage of me. Use me when they needed me and grudgingly came into my office for appointments so I could approve of them and the FBI would continue to let them work together.

"We're all your family, Sweets."

I turned to see Hodgins, Angela, and Cam. Hodgins had been the one to speak.

"We're doing all we can to find you, Sweets." Angela reassured. "You just have to hang on."

"You're going to pay the money?" I asked. There was no other logical way that they'd be able to find me. I didn't have a phone like Doctor Brennan and Hodgins had. My kidnapper wasn't looking for a piece of missing evidence like had happened in Booth's case.

"Don't worry about it, Sweets." Cam said with a gentle smile. "You're killer is going to leave us an evidence trail."

Killer? "Am I dead?"

"Not yet, but you will be." Booth said.

"Soon. So very soon." Brennan continued.

"Like the boy on the subway." "There's just a little time left." "You'll be in a horrible amount of pain when it happens." "We'll make sure to have a nice funeral. We'll even put you beside your parents." "Your real ones, not you're adopted ones. We know how much you loved your real dad."

The voices were starting to morph together. I couldn't tell who was who.

The scene changed. I wasn't in the nice white room anymore. I was in a room I was all too familiar with.

"I didn't do it, I swear!" I yelled. Tears were streaming from my eyes and my breaths were hitching in my throat.

"SHUT UP!" his voice roared.

Then came the belt. Crack! Crack! Crack! I did my best not to make a noise. The next one hit an especially tender spot. I cried out.

"You are the weakest person on this planet, you understand? You will never amount to anything! You'll always be a weakling!"

A familiar voice echoed "weakest link in the chain" through my head.

"I didn't take your money! You spent it on the beer!"

"Shut up! Don't tell me what I did with my money!" Crack! I could feel my skin splitting open. "I know you took it! I know you took it and spent it on one of your idiotic books!" Crack!

"I didn't… I swear." The tears didn't stop. I was practically hyperventilating.

Suddenly I wasn't on my stomach on my bed I was laying on my back in that white room again. Booth was over me. He looked tired. His eyebrows were creased with worry.

"Stay with me, Sweets. We're gonna get you out of here, okay?" I tried to mumble a response. "That's right. Just stay with me. The EMTs are on their way over right now." I could feel myself fading. I wasn't going to make it. "Sweets? Sweets, stay with me!" Some other voices started mixing with Booth's. I heard the whining of electricity being charged.

"Clear!"

Sweets jerked awake. Tears started pouring down his face. He hated drugs. Hated them with a dying passion. Pain medication did this to him too. Not all of them, but most of them did. He sucked in a deep breath. He was shaking violently and it hurt. The shaking wasn't from the cold though. Sweets tried to keep his breathing deep and even. He tried to calm himself down. But it wasn't working.

They didn't mean the things they said. They were just his unconscious playing out random scenarios. He should know that. He was a psychologist. It wasn't real. It w-wasn't real. It wasn't. Real.

The silence and darkness suddenly closed in on him. He whimpered. He wanted out. Now.

A/N: I really liked how this chapter turned out! Please let me know! :D