"Frick! Let me GO!" Elliot kicked and struggled, but the grip on her was vicelike. It wasn't about to budge; but that didn't mean she would let it be easy for them. She had some ounce of pride left in her being. "Why can't you just fuck off?" Elliot wasn't one to drop the F-bomb often, but she made an exception this time.

The demon made no response. Perhaps he was one of those with the ability to block out sounds. Then again, a lot of humans seemed to be able to do that around her, too...

The corridor was dimly lit, shadows creeping in seemingly every crack of the stone walls. Gaslamps flickered, turning Elliot's vision darker than black only to come to life again. Was there even such a thing as 'life' here?

She didn't know. She didn't know a lot of things.
It was quite irritating.

In fact, it was infuriating enough to make her kick one of the demons in the leg. He (or she?) didn't even react. The blonde doctor wasn't surprised: this wasn't the first time she'd done that.

A dulled sense of fear unrelentlessly buzzed within her. She was frightened, yes, but somehow she'd managed to drown it out in favor of screaming her head off at her apparent captors in defiance. She was not perfect, she knew she'd be back to cowering sooner or later.

A part of her- a very small part of her, now, after all she had seen, all the things she knew now, told her that this was nothing more than a dream, or maybe she was getting punked or something. Any second now, one of the actors would screw up their lines (assuming they had any, the two demons dragging her hadn't made a fricking peep) and then that Ashton Kutcher asswipe would leap out of nowhere, and in no time at all she'd be back home, all safe and warm in her favorite pink snuggie.

But not before clawing Kutcher's eyes out. And maiming him, then subjecting him to the wrath of her super strong legs, and not in a good way. In that order.

She realized that that small part of her was the last bit of normality in her soul fading away.

They approached a door. A big, metal one, and Elliot felt her blood chill as it was opened with an eerie creak.

She was thrown in. She landed on her backside, crying out.

The door slammed shut. The sound echoed.

Elliot winced as she inspected the bruises on her arms. They were turning dark fast, and frick it all, they were started to ache. She didn't deal well with pain. "Fricking bastards!" She yelled to no one.

Despite her will, she began to shiver. This was her fault, she should've been more careful. A walk outside in the middle of the night? By herself? Who cared if she wanted fresh air or not? THE FUCKING APOCOLYPSE was starting and she WENT OUTSIDE in the DARK?
She was even more insane than Dr. Cox called her.

She took a shuddering breath. They were going to use her as bait, probably, to get to JD and everyone else. Her heart throbbed in remorse and pain. Janitor- Glenn...

The more that she silently panicked, the more she began to worry less for herself, but more for the safety of the entire world, and most importantly; her friends. Her family.

She wasn't supposed to die like this, right? Right? She was one of the 'Chosen Ones' or some shit like that, she couldn't die this way- she wouldn't allow it-

Elliot's chest was filled with a new feeling then, some kind of warmth that seemed to come from the very depths of her soul. She took a deep breath, and exhaled, "Frick."

In that one ridiculous uttered word, quite possibly lay the fate of mankind.

"Did you guys hear something?" JD asked suddenly, breaking the silence. He gave the group a puzzled look. "It sounded like Elliot saying 'frick.'" Rather breathily, too.

"I heard it, too," Carla answered, looking at him from her place behind the nurses' station. "I guess she's nearby."

"Is she late?" JD inquired.

"Looks like it," Turk answered, appearing by his friend's side, "Kelso's not gonna be happy with that."

Carla frowned at the thought and JD winced, "Ouch."

They waited a moment, several in fact, but the blonde woman from Connecticut never came into their vision.

JD's clear blue eyes narrowed. "Someone was with her last night, right?" (Dan, Jordan, and Molly had taken it upon themselves to explore the hospital. God knew what havoc they were causing.)

"The Janitor was spending the night with her-" she gave her husband and friend a warning glare when they pulled faces at her choice of words, "So I doubt anything happened."

"Anything besides s- baby, OW!" Turk wailed when his wife pinched his ear.

JD sighed. "I think this deserves talking to Perry about. Where is he?"

Turk blinked. "Dude, you don't keep track of your boyfriend?" He was dubious. "I always know where my Carla is!"

"That's because Newbie's not as obsessive as you are. And if you ever, ever, ever, evereverever e-he-EVER call me his 'boyfriend' again, Turtlehead, I will hug you. Around the neck. Tightly."

JD started and Turk outright yelped in surprise. The former turned and beamed. "Hey, Per."

"Don't call me-" Perry started, but then closed his eyes and growled, opening them, "Ah, screw it, I don't care anymore." He said with an air of finality that made JD grin, because he knew the Irishman would be back at it again in just a few minutes at least. "Where the hell is Barbie?"

JD's grin dropped like an anvil and Carla said, "That's what we're trying to figure out."

Perry's brows furrowed. "Isn't she supposed to be with Lurch or something?"

"Actually, I'm right here."

At first, Perry made no response. Then, he turned on his heel, very slowly. "Jumpsuit," he said, almost carefully, "Why in gum's name aren't you with Barbie?"

The Janitor had the gall to look sheepish. "She kinda kicked me out after I tried to kiss her."

Turk pulled a face again. Carla let it slide.

JD was expressionless.

Perry buried his face in his hands in such a fashion, that it could only be described as a facepalm. "And... where is she NOW?"

"I... don't know, actually."

There was a moment of dreadful silence.

"I..."

Everyone turned to JD.

"When I said I heard Elliot's voice, earlier..." JD began, and Perry's deep blue eyes flickered with recognition. He had heard it too. "...I think she was calling out to us. I think... Lucifer has her."

A/N: I'm back! I'm so sorry, when was the last time I updated? Too long! What's worse, school's started for me again. I'm afraid to say this may happen again.

I also want to add something I've been wanting to say for awhile: I know that to some people, this fic seems ridiculous, rushed, and unrealistic. That was kind of the point when I started this. It was supposed to be lighthearted, romancey, and downright silly at times. I was writing this for fun, and really, I still am, but now it seems to be getting more serious. Is that a bad thing? I mean, the actual show is mostly comedy mixed in with drama, with tragic and/or dire moments thrown in. I don't think I have the same masterful timing as the writers did, but... I try.

Mind to drop a review, my pretties?