Finally. A Chapter! Albeit a short one but… well it's a chapter. I'm probably going to go back and change it so…

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In case you guys didn't know, this is my 'rough draft'. After I finish it this summer (which I definitely will) I will go back and revise it, the entire thing, then probably post again. I don't know, I haven't quite decided what im going to do xD Hope you enjoy the story!

There was a very annoying beep, one that Tony was all too familiar with. It was steady, going at the same pace over and over again. It was drilling into Tony's head, beep, beep, beep. He thought his head was going to explode. It felt like every time he heard the beep, someone took a giant metal bat and smacked him upside the head with it. This was a lot worse than one of Gibbs' headslaps. He tried to move, but it felt like his arms were filled with lead, and he couldn't lift them up to block the bat hitting him. He wanted to scream. He wanted to run away. Was this another thing that Michelle was putting him through? Hasn't she done enough? Was she fed up with him now, trying to kill him? Did she decide she was done fooling aro-

It was gone. The bat beating against his head was gone. His body slumped in relief and he felt an exhaustion seep into his bones. He didn't know why he felt so tired; maybe his body was done fighting. Maybe he was just going to die right here. His first thought was relief. He wouldn't have to keep going through all of this. This pain. Then his second thought was guilt fueled by anger. How could he feel like this? No. He couldn't let down the others. He had to keep fighting. He wouldn't die, and there was no way he was going to let the Grey's have the information they wanted. After all, he had started the assignment to get information from them. He had to stay awake. He needed to report. He had a job to do.

So Tony started struggling again. His arms and legs were free; he was able to control them again. He had to get away. The logical thought that struggling wouldn't do any good was pushed to the back of his mind. Nothing was logical about his mission anymore. He just had to get back. He felt arms and hands beginning to hold him down and he started to panic. No, he couldn't let them keep him here. His thrashing became wilder, but he refused to open his eyes, not wanting to see her face. He knew she would be there and he vowed to himself he wouldn't give her the pleasure of seeing the panic in his eyes.

Then he heard soft whispers in his ear. A feminine voice. Tony didn't know who it was, but he did know that he has never heard this voice before. That must be a good thing, right? The Grey's always stuck with the same people. It was hard for them to trust, especially when it came to the people they kidnapped, like Tony himself and the others that he had met during his time down there. His mind was hesitant at first, but he slowly stopped fighting back and he opened his eyes. Something in his gut told him it would be okay.

Not for the first time he was right.

It was the really pretty doctor lady that was whispering calming nothings in his ear. He locked his green eyes on her paler green ones and for a moment he couldn't think. His thoughts had become really hazy for some reason, which is when he realized he was in a hospital. In hospitals that sedate you if you become too violent. His sluggish brain slowly realized that was what was happening to him; he was being sedated.

He let his muscles relax, and he knew it had nothing to do with the sedation. Well, maybe a little, but not a lot. He knew he was safe here. They couldn't get to him here. "Carol." His voice cracked. The medicine was starting to get to him, and his head was getting fuzzy, but he struggled to stay awake. Her eyes were sympathetic and he watched as she put her hand on his cheek. It felt good. His was cool against his feverish skin and he leaned into the touch. It had been a long time since someone touched him in this way; comfortingly.

"Don't fight it Tony." She whispered with soft smile on her face. "Just sleep. Your safe now, I promise." She stroked his cheek with her thumb and he had to close his eyes as tears started to well. The gesture was too much of what Kate used to do when he was sick with the plague. But Carol was right, he did need to sleep. Though he did feel safer than before, when he was stuck with the Grey's, there was a lingering doubt in the back of his mind. He didn't know if he was ever going to feel completely safe again.

Though it was reluctant, he did feel himself starting to fall into the deep clutches of sleep. He needed to sleep, heal, and get better. He had a job he needed to do.

Brave words… he mused to himself as he drifted off. I hope I can do it.

Meh… Okay so I am not disappointed with this chapter but I'm not to overly thrilled with it either. I wanted to give a glimpse into what Tony was feeling, but it seemed to kind of fall apart to me. I don't know. What do you guys think?