A/N: Does anyone else wonder if the writers will ever explain Nick and Adalind's vision swap? I think at least the characters need to find out about it from each other. Maybe I just don't remember, but I don't believe that's ever been disclosed.

Chapter 2 Adalind

Victor was such a bastard! He had led her down here instead of to Diana. They were all bastards, the whole family, especially Sean. You'd think I would have figured that out by now, Adalind thought to herself sitting on the frigid stone floor of the hellhole Victor had thrown her in. It wasn't that she had been used, that bothered her. What else was new, she thought snidely. It was the fact that either Victor was keeping her from Diana or, with a sinking thought she swallowed, they really didn't have her.

Adalind had done what Victor had told her to do, against her better judgement. Nick may have been a long time bitter enemy, but he had put all that aside, protecting her and Diana when they were hunted in Portland. He had been willing to let them stay at his house. That was something Adalind shouldn't have repaid the way she had. She realized making a deal with the devil had been a very bad idea. A desperate mother will do whatever she has to, Adalind thought but her conviction fled because she suspected she had been played by Victor.

Remembering that afternoon with Nick, Adalind thought it would tedious and that he would be a clumsy, heavy handed lover. Instead he had been slow and deliberate, lingering over her till she came before he even took her. Adalind hadn't even expected to have such pleasure from the experience, let alone to have it more than once. The fact that he was loving, passionate, and very good didn't make her feel any better about what she had done. Victor had wanted the details, the pervert. After throwing her in this dungeon, she should have told him the truth. Nick Burkhardt was a better lover than all the royal bastards she had ever bedded. She imagined, with much satisfaction, the look on Victor's face!

Adalind scoured the moss covered walls, for some solution. She couldn't keep going like this. Exhaustion suddenly hit her causing her to lean against the wall till she slid down to floor hugging her knees to her chest. She must have finally cried herself to sleep, at least that's what she thought as she awoke lying on the stone floor. There were squeaking noises all around her. Ugh, it was rats! Sitting up suddenly, she Woged sending the rodents scattering. This just keeps getting better, she huffed. Adalind rose to once again explore her prison.

Looking out a small slit of a window, she picked up where she had left off with a singleness of mind. "I just want my baby. I just want my baby. I just want my baby," she expressed again and again with misery.

Then her attention was drawn to a single hole in the wall that appeared where light shown into her cell. "Who's there?" she asked. Laughter came from the direction of the hole. "Who are you?" Adalind crept closer to the hole trying to see anything. More inane laughter. "I know you're there," she desperately continued hoping for any contact outside these walls. "Please talk to me," she pleaded. "My name's Adalind."

Almost before she finished speaking a voice said, "My name's for me to know and you to find out." The laughter grew louder echoing off the stone.

Somebody better tell her where her daughter was before she went crazy, Adalind realized with grief closing in on her and no help in sight. Rats circled around her feet and she couldn't even bring herself to care how unsanitary they were. Suddenly her head felt like it was splitting almost literally off her skull it hurt so bad. Her breaths came in short, choppy bursts as she moaned with the agony. Through the pain, she finally opened her eyes. Oh my God, what was she seeing? Monroe sitting in a hospital room and she seemed to be in the bed as the patient. This made no sense whatsoever. Monroe had a very concerned look on his face. Why was she seeing, what she assumed was, scenes from Portland? Suddenly the same excruciating pain was blinding her again. After cradling her head in her hands for what seemed like forever, it finally let up. "What the hell?!" She felt dizzy and slightly sick to her stomach.

There was that hole again, she realized. Going over to it, she looked in, seeing someone's eye looking back at her as a voice whispered, "I see." While quickly withdrawing, she saw the hole was being covered up again.

"No. No wait, please," Adalind pleaded.

Once again waking on the floor with rats way too near for comfort, Adalind had had enough. Rising, she went to the door and Woged, then commanded the door to open. The wards on the cell gave her almost the same piecing headache as she gripped the sides of her head. She staggered back to the wall and once again slid down to a sitting position. It was hopeless, she thought.

"If I could show you how to get out of here, would you be happy?" Came a whispered question through the hole in the wall.

"Do you know a way out?" Adalind asked thinking it was too good to be true, yet she was beyond caring at this point.

"Oh, I do," came the response with a snicker. "Six stones in. Three stones high."

"Six stones in. Three stones high," she repeated anxiously. What was this, a riddle? "What does that mean?"

"Six stones in. Three stones high," the voice continued to insist.

Adalind got up and counted six stones in from the door, then three stones up from the floor. "Through the wall, you must try," the voice encouraged. Giving the stone a push, it gave way to a passage. With elation she passed through the opening to escape, but little did she know there were worse tortures ahead than a prison cell.