To address a FAQ: I'd like to say first of all that I have not seen Heroes. However, it has been brought to my attention that Sylar is actually the name of Zach Quinto's character in the show. I wish I could claim cleverness in the aspect; however, in this case it was a complete (hilarious) accident. I'll probably have to thank Liz for putting the name subconsciously in my head because she is the only one of my friends who talks about Heroes. XD

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Chapter 6

---Bones---

She left the keys on the table.

This could be our only opportunity to escape. However, I couldn't blame her one bit when I heard her laughter upon her return. We must have looked like quite a sight.

We had removed our boots and thrown them at the legs of the desk, and somehow we actually succeeded in knocking the keys on to the floor.

She walked in to find Jim plastered against the bars and trying to fling our shirts, which we had tied together into something resembling a rope, at the keys in hopes of dragging them closer.

"I hope you know that I'm not giving those back," she observed the boots scattered across the room.

Our eyes locked for a moment and she tried to hold back and amused smile. She covered her smile with her hand. "And if you don't put those back on I'll confiscate them too."

Jim smirked, "Are you sure? I mean I could leave it off and we could go…"

I smacked him up the backside of his head. "Just put your shirt on, Jim."

After that things almost fell into a norm of sorts. Over the next couple of days she stayed with us around the clock, leaving only to bring us food and water and, I assume, to take care of any of her own needs. She even slept here, propped uncomfortably in the hard desk chair and the wall.

I was rather surprised when she explained that our "play time" with "the Boss" had been postponed, but I wasn't about to complain. The longer he took, the better our chances.

However, being under constant supervision with nothing to work with (besides the shirts on our backs) the extra time wasn't much use for escape plans.

Or maybe it's not hopeless. She's kind.

She was caring, more like the girl next door than a member of a smuggling ring.

Maybe… just maybe, we can appeal to her good side. At that I had to roll my eyes at myself. Dream on, Bones.

It was an unspoken agreement that we didn't talk about her breakdown from earlier. Never the less we somehow managed to maintain a friendly banter between the four of us despite our strange and rocky beginning.

"… I still don't know what happened to that beagle!" Scotty had recently been regaling her with stories.

She was working at her computer as usual, laughing.

I probably would have taken more time to enjoy the sound if I wasn't worried that things were taking an unexpected turn for the worse. I could tell, even without my tricorder, Jim had a fever. One of his cuts must have gotten infected and it was starting to take its toll.

"All right, all right. That's enough!" She laughed, wiping some tears away. She grabbed the keys off the table as she stood. "Hold that thought for a bit, I'll get you something to eat."

"Oh Joy," I remarked.

Her laughter followed her out of the room.

I looked over to Jim, "Feeling alright there?"

"Sure, never better." He was obviously lying through his teeth, but I didn't call him on it. "But I think I'm ready to get out of here."

"Do ya think the lass might help us?"

"I can't honestly say, but as far as I can see she's our only hope at this point. Unless the cavalry decides to come marching over the hill- like that's gonna happen."

"Don't be so negative, Bones…" Jim coughed and slumped down in his seat.

"Jim!"

"Is he alright, Doctor?"

"I'm fine, really," Kirk responded weakly.

"No you're not. You've got a fever, and it's only getting worse in this damn cold damp jail cell."

At that, the keys rattled in the doorway.

"Hey guys. I'm back and I brought something edible this time!" Keys called out as she closed the door behind her. She paused to look us, taking in the situation.

"Is he alright?" She looked to me in concern.

"No he's not. He needs medical attention. I can help him if you'd just let me have my med kit."

She bit her lip as she watched me, obviously torn between helping us and protocol. She hesitates, "I don't…"

"Please!" She watched me for a while, and frowned.

She sighed and pushed the trey of food into the cell. Picking the keys back up off the table where she had tossed them she bustled quickly out of the room.

Scotty looked at me, "Does that mean she'll help us?"

I shrugged.

It wasn't long before she was back with my med kit in her hands.

She hesitated a moment before pleading, "Please don't make me regret this." She set the kit on the ground and pushed it under.

I looked her straight in the eyes, "Thank you."

She nodded in response, but instead of retreating to the desk she stepped forward and held on to the bars.

I turned and proceeded to work on Jim.

Not long after I began the door slammed open- It was the thug called Patches.

"What the hell, Keys? Did you just give them some tech?"

"He's sick, Patches, and his friend is a doctor." She turned to confront him.

"Oh no! He's sick!" Patches mocked in a high pitched voice. "Who cares if he's sick?! They are prisoners not pets! You can't just give them tech whenever you feel like it!"

I almost had to laugh when I heard her growl, "It's a MED KIT! What's he going to do? Heal you to death? Honestly Patches, just back off. I'll take full responsibility if anything happens. In the mean time, I was given orders to make sure they are still alive when Sylar returns; I'm rather certain that that goes double for the bloody freakin' Captain." She poked angrily at his chest.

"And I'll have you know that I am not about to get a beating because one of you and your idiot goons thrashed them too hard! Understand?"

He wrinkled his nose at her in disgust, and ran his hand through his hair. "I get it! Whatever! But I'm tellin' the Boss when he's gets back."

"You do that."

I can't be certain, but I'm pretty sure he called her a nasty name on the way out. She resumed her vigil at the bars when she was convinced he was gone.

After 3 hypo sprays, swabbing several wounds with antibiotic gel, and what seemed like days I sealed up his cuts, and with a final once over with the tricorder I breathed a sigh of relief to see he was stable.

"He's going to be fine." Scotty and Keys breathed a sigh of relief. "Is it alright if I fix up Scotty and me next?"

"You might as well. I'm already in trouble; a few more minutes aren't going to make it any worse... or any better."

I nodded to her in thanks and finished my job by fixing up Mr. Scott and then myself.

When I was finished I packed everything up and passed the kit back to her.

I smiled at her as I passed it back, "You had better take this, or else I might try to heal you to death."

"You could try." And she smiled back at me.