Yay, next chapter! I didn't have much time to write this past week with the hurricane scare, and when I did I had no inspiration! Double whammy right?! Well, I had a huge burst of inspiration Friday night! I'm (maybe?) half way through the next chapter now as well! Hopefully I will have a buffer chapter? Maybe? I have my first ever job interview (I'M SO EXCITED! :D) on Wednesday, and I have the learn at least the first two stanzas of Scots Wha Hae on the chanter (the first part you learn of the bagpipes) so who knows. Plus my coming weekend is like everything happening at once! So, if I don't get a chance to tell you all this weekend, stay safe on 9/11, know I'm somewhere hearing Amazing Grace and trying not to sob on live tv (like the past five years XD Yeah, wish me luck... I'm not wearing mascara this year!), and, most importantly,

343 Never Forget!

Now, onto story related things! Questions!

For the question I received, thank you so much Emily Jacobs for your kind words! (And all of you always! I reread everything you guys write 3) However, I'm afraid I can't permit you to write a story within the comments of my story. I feel like it would take away from both of our writings. Plus, you deserve to get the recognition for creating an original story! May I suggest Quotev? That is my favorite original story site! I heard Fanfic also has one as well! I hope where ever you do publish your story, you get the same support and love I've received on here! 3

Another question I noticed from ThunderMist36 was why does Fitz feel so guilty! I wanted to write a long answer, or even a shorter answer, and then I was going to write a really simple answer, but I realized it gives a lot away. Sorry, but you will enjoy/have your heart ripped out/there will be fluffy angst, when you find out! :D (I can hear you all groaned. I know, I'm a terrible writer MWAhahahahahHAHA!)

Also strawbr'yblond periwinkle love, I'm glad to see someone hasn't forgotten about poor Dex! :3 YOUR QUESTION SHALL BE ANSWERED, at a later date. :P Also this is going to be a very, VERY long ride! :D

So, ON TO THE STORY :D IF YOU JUST SCROLLED PAST THE TOP THIS IS WHERE YOU WANT TO STOP! :D

Story below!

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(ps sorry it is kind of squishy. Formatting hates me . Even on tumblr!)

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Izzy woke up, still groggy from her extensive lack of sleep and the remaining effects of the chloroform. She subconsciously stretched out her legs, her aching muscles reveling in their first movement.

She was too tried to actually realize she could move, or even what had happened the night before. The fog blanket over her mind was still thick, and to her she was still in her cozy bedroom in Venice. Without thought Izzy sleepily rolled over and snuggled into the warmth radiating from her side before quickly falling back into a deep slumber.

Sometime later, a sharp movement shook the bed, startling her out of her sleep. Izzy sat up quickly, scanning the unfamiliar room for the source. Her body felt weird, her limbs achingly sore and her heart tight. Her stomach was growling angrily, but she was actually thankful it was empty. Had it not been she had no doubt she would be running for the bathroom.

That's when she noticed that not only was this not her bedroom, but a tall figure stood by the side of the bed, a hand covering their mouth. Izzy blinked a few times, staring at the figure as her brain started to wake up, piecing together everything that had happened. Two teal eyes flickered towards her, staring back at her for a second, frozen in shock before swiftly flying away. His gaze made her heart do a flip. Fitz dropped his hand, and as he turned to get something, his wavy dark hair moved slightly and she was able to see a bright red ear.

Her mind grazed upon the thought of how cute that was, until it was quickly smashed by reality. She had forgotten one detail in her drug induced fog which sat on her brain, a light mist now. She wasn't here by choice. No.

She was a captive.

Kidnapped.

Panic filled her body as she searched for a way out. Jumping out of the unfamiliar bed, her feet hit the floor with a heavy thud. Her legs buckled under her slightly, but she managed to catch herself, using the bed and side table as support. She quickly pulled herself up, scanning the room for ways to escape.

"Are you alright?" A surprisingly concerned, accented voice asked her. She glanced over at the sound to see Fitz standing there with a glass of water, his eyes filled with worry.

Izzy wanted to trust him, but she couldn't. Trusting him would be the most illogical decision of her life, and it would go against everything Aunt Cassy had taught her. She was pretty sure he had said something the night before to change her mind, but it was all a blur now. All she could remember was his warm breath of her ear and that he made her feel safe. Both made a red heat creep up her cheeks, and neither she was willing to admit.

As he stared back at her, waiting for her answer, only one logical thought was left in her head, only one thing she knew without a doubt. He was one of her kidnappers.

He jumped back in shock as a pillow hit him across the chest, spilling the water down his shirt. But when two more pillows, what looked like a Kleenex box, a picture frame, and a book followed suit, he had more than snapped out of it.

Izzy quickly found he was pretty athletic. Somehow he dodged most everything she threw at him, and still made it look easy. As she went to throw the third book, grabbing at the bookshelf next to the bedside table with her free hand for another one, he jumped over the bed in a way she thought only superheroes could, and grabbed her wrist while she stared in shock.

"So-Izzy, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." He whispered kindly as he gripped her tighter, easily counteracting her struggle.

She grabbed another book in her free hand, attempting to use it as a weapon.

"Kid-kidnapper!" She cried as she pushed her muscles forward, aiming for his shoulder or his head. She wasn't sure which, she hadn't thought it out that far. Though she didn't really want to hurt him, as long as she was freed she didn't care.

He easily grabbed her other wrist, forcing her to drop the heavy book with a loud thud.

"Izzy, listen to me I-"

Panic flowing through her veins, her heart beat beginning to fill her head, she flailed her legs like there was no tomorrow.

Fitz sighed as he lifted her in the air, her feet just barely missing the ground as she desperately swung.

"Calm down Izzy."

Izzy took a deep breath, not because of what he said, but because she needed to think. She needed a plan.

"You're fine, I won't let anything ha-"

Fitz dropped to the floor with a loud groan, her plan of a well-aimed kick working better than she has hoped. When he instinctually dropped her her legs failed and she fell to the ground with him. She pulled herself up, forcing her burning, stiff legs forward as she ran to the door, throwing it open.

A tall, oddly bespectacled man who looked a lot like a mad scientist with his crazy black hair stood on the other side of the door, jumping back slightly to avoid being hit.

"Oh, Sophie you're awake!" He cheerfully said, but her brain was too deep into escape mode to notice his happy demeanor. She raced past him, accidentally hitting him hard with her shoulder and sending his bag and its contents sprawling on the floor.

He stared at her, a mixture of shock and sadness as she turned and ran as fast as her as she could.

She wasn't sure where she had been taken, but it was like a maze. It took her three and a half hallways to find the staircase, and then two more on the ground floor before she heard yelling and footsteps. Stuck in the kitchen, she quickly scanned for a way out as the voices got closer and closer.

The room had windows across the outside wall, and one, large glass door leading into a garden. She sprinted for it, her hands fumbling as she gripped the handle and ripped it open.

Cool, fresh air hit her face, causing goosebumps to form across her arms as she froze for a split second, taking in the feeling of freedom, the feeling of defeating the impossible. It was the best thing she had ever experienced.

Then she was off, swerving past a few odd plant creatures who gasped in surprise, and running faster than she ever had before. The world seemed to blur as her legs constantly threatened to fall out from under her, her strides almost too large for her to keep up with. Time ran together and it seemed like a second had past as she flew through an abnormally tall, thickly wooded forest. Maria, being their high school track star, had told her about this feeling before, a runner's high.

It felt amazing. to be able to run, to finally move her muscles, to feel them stretch as the sun's heat hit her pale skin, it felt like she had been a captive forever. As the realization that she had been a captive for her whole life hit her, she shuddered and pushed the thought away. At least she was free now.

As the energy dissipated from her, she collapsed under a giant red tree with a fort on top, though she didn't notice either. Heavy breaths forced her chest to rise and fall laboriously as sweat pooled down her face and back.

She sat there for a few minutes, closing her eyes and she focused on her breath.

in and out in and out in and out

A loud gasp broke the silence of the forest. She snapped her eyes open, two sets of eyes staring back at her in shock.