Sorry I'm posting it so late, but I'm posting it! This is a short one, but I hope it's enjoyed. :D Lol.

Michael peeked around the wall and then quickly pulled back in and took a deep shaky breath to try and calm himself. How was he suppose to find something in the gigantic building? The shock that he was back was enough. When he had been little he had been much more confident with Team Rocket. They had wanted him there. They still did, but now the last thing he wanted was to be there. Well… maybe not the last thing. He looked around the corner again. Where should he head?

A light came from his belt and Michael looked down as ditto suddenly appeared on the floor at his feet.

"Ditto?"

"Sh!" Michael grabbed him and pulled him to his chest closing his eyes as two grunts walked past his hiding place. He waited a few more seconds before setting ditto back down. "We're back in Team Rocket. Taylor… she's dying. There might be something here that will save her." He started to pull out but was stopped when a Houndour bit down on the cloth of his shirt. He looked down at "Houndour" and rolled his eyes. "Look, I have to do this. I already know it's dangerous. But I have to try." Ditto turned into a Pichu, which was for some reason his favorite form other than being a plain ditto. He cocked his head to the side and an ear fell over as he simply stared at Michael. "I…" Michael took a let out a breath of anxiety and closed his eyes before continuing. "I love her… so much. I…I have to try. I can't watch her die."

Ditto remained silent and then slipped out into the hall. "Wait!" Michael quickly pulled himself back behind the wall as he listened to a growl and then scraping and yelling, signs of a struggle. After a moment it went silent and Michael closed his eyes, jumping as an Absol showed up in front of him. His heart rate exhilarated as he stared at it, unsure if it was ditto or not, and then sighed in relief when Absol slunk back into a ditto form. "You almost gave me a heart attack!" he hissed quietly. Ditto stuck out a tongue that was much to long to be natural and then slipped out of the hiding place and motioned for Michael to do the same.

Michael nodded shakily and followed, surprised to find three grunts on the floor in front of him. "Ditto… You can't do that! There has to be nothing to show that we were here or they'll come and take us back."

Ditto hung his "head" and Michael sighed. "I'm sorry. Thank you. A lot. Ok, let's go!

"Ditto!"

"Sh!"

"…Ditto."

"What do you want me to again?"

"How many times do we have to go over it?"

"You're angr..."

"I'm furious! He's got my wife and daughter! I have every right to be upset."

"I'm sorry. I just… I don't know if I can do this. It's… been a while."

"You were the best. I'm sure you'll remember."

"But you don't under-"

Ash refrained from cursing. "Alexi, my family's in there!" Having gone so long without one, it was never something Ash had taken for granted. They were waiting for him, and Ash wanted to get in before something truly bad happened. "Alexi… please."

Alexi closed her eyes at the plea and finally nodded. They were at the base, and standing in a deserted area. A door was in front of them that was obviously locked. But the door mostly a remote control type. This is when they needed Alexi, considering she had to bypass these things when she had first ran away. Unfortunately, since having the lock nearby wasn't important (computer controlled), the only way to disable the lock, for them, would be to climb up the mess of wires and bars above them, and find the best way to balance while figuring out the code and then unlocking it. And considering cracking the code usually took some time….

So of course that would be Alexi's job. She stared up at the "electrical stuff" above them, wondering where the first bar was covered as it was, and then when she finally found it, used it to pull herself up.

"Thank you."

Alexi just grunted. "It's what I'm here for right?" she asked sarcastically. She pulled herself up farther.

"How far up is she going to go?" Keagan asked from beside Ash.

Ash turned and stared at him. "You still don't know very much about her, do you?"

Keagan blinked. "Uh… Well, I'd like to think that I do."

"Hmm." Ash turned and looked up at the now almost invisible outline of Alexi. "Have you found it yet?"

"Ow!"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing…. It's just… It's just a scratch. Okay… I think I've found it."

Ash sighed in relief.

"Uh-it's a letter code. A word. I don't know if it's the same as before, but Domino would be choosing it today if it is."

"Domino?" Keagan turned to Ash.

Ash waved him off. "Tell you later."

"So what do you think it is?"

"I can barely see the keys. Got any ideas?"

Ash groaned. Skye had met Domino a couple of times. If he was there then they might have had an idea.

"I'm not going to be able to open it this way. I'll have to try something else. I've got it!" Nobody could see what she was doing, but their were sounds. First it sounded as though she were releasing air from a container and then there was metal on metal, scratching each other, and after that almost perfect silence save for a small tearing sound.

"What are you doing?" Ash asked. Before she could answer, the door beside him folded up, revealing a small, dark tunnel. The door opening was followed by a screech as Alexi began falling but somehow only managing to clip one wire on the way down. Keagan immediately jumped below her, falling to his knees when he caught he because of the height from which she had fallen.

"You ok?" He asked while gritting his teeth.

She opened her eyes slowly and nodded, slipping out of his arms and back to her feet. "That door's not going to close again unless they go up there." She said, still breathing deeply from the fall. "They'll figure it out soon."

"That's ok. I'm planning on that. Thanks Alexi." Ash immediately walked through and the rest just watched him. He turned. "Well?"

Gary was the first to walk forward. The rest piled in slowly after them, still extremely nervous about the decision.

Skye looked down at Taylor and frowned. He wanted to tell her to go back, to give up on what they were heading to do. But her mind was made up and he knew that he couldn't turn back either. What would the others think when they disappeared without telling anyone.

"Taylor?"

"What?"

"What if he gets hurt?"

Taylor slowed her walking and finally stopped. "Why did you say that?"

He sighed. "I just… I want you to prepared for what might happen. The last time we were here you were a little girl. I don't think you understand what we're up against. Even if he manages to find something, it's unlikely that he'll be able to get a something that heavily guarded from four level grunts in one piece."

She remained silent and then whispered. "Have you given up all hope? You've really changed Skye." and she walked past him with a slight grimace at her own words.

Skye watched her walk forward and shook his head. It was the second time in one day he had been shocked into silence. There were only two people before Taylor and Michael who had ever managed to do the same. His eyes widened as she tripped and he was next to her in less then a second as she toppled onto his chest. Even after they had realized their position, neither made to moved. Not because they liked it, but because they were both in shock, both of their minds traveling to the same memory.

Taylor growled under her breath and pushed away before pulling her pack back over her shoulder and stomping off. "Why did she have to love you so much?"

Skye jumped to his feet. "What?"

She let out a grunt of frustration and turned around. "I get these stupid feelings all the time. Like I'm supposed to love you but I don't. I'll have memories and they'll turn out to be hers. I'm so tired of it! I love Michael, but I know what it feels like to kiss you even more than I know how to kiss him."

Skye backed up slightly. He felt beyond awkward at the statement and stood still for a moment, unsure how to answer and suddenly starting to feel shy as he had when talking to Sarah when he was younger.

"I'm sorry…."

"It's-It's ok."

"Is it?" she whispered. "Is it ok for me to love Michael? Is it fair to him? I'm a clone and I'm dying and I'm putting him through so much pain."

"I think he'd feel a lot worse if you told him that you didn't love him. He's risking his life for you, even though there's a chance you may die. He obviously knows what he's doing."

"That's the first time I've heard you talk about him that way." she remarked quietly.

He shrugged. "Trying to have a good attitude I guess."

They began walking again and Skye slowed and asked nervously, "So… you know that Sarah and I kissed?"

She raised an amused eyebrow. "Well yeah. Doesn't everybody?"

He shook his head. "No. I never told anyone."

"Why not?"

"I was trying to get over it and no one needed to know anything about my personal life… I guess."

"…Oh. She really loved you. You know that, right?"

He just barely bit his lip and shrugged.

"Well, she did. A lot."

He took in a shaky breath and then muttered, "Thanks. I just wish I could've heard it from her.

The entire forest was eerily quiet, and the only person that seemed to be around sat silently on a tree branch, throwing and catching a key in an almost lazy manner.

The silence of the forest was broken by two voices, one of which he knew well.

"Keep moving."

"Let go of me before I make you!"

The boy's bright blue eyes widened as he watched Makaila struggle with a grunt. The grunt stopped and pulled her roughly to his line of vision with a deep glare, and he had to keep himself from lunging at the man. "Listen. You're making this a lot more of a chore than it has to be. You're not getting away, and even if you did get away, you wouldn't know which way to go. You're coming with me, whether you want to or not. You got it?"

She glared back fiercely. "But if I made your job easy what would you be getting paid for?"

He turned and dragged her forward by her wrist. "I'm not getting paid."

The boy skillfully slid from the branch just enough to let the top half of his body hang as he watched them go. He frowned and a look of confusion covered his features until he finally pulled him self back up (while only using his stomach muscles). He stayed still and then heard Makaila cry out, in pain or anger he couldn't figure out. He quickly jumped to his feet and ran in the direction they had gone, all the while staying in the safety of the trees.

"If we could just-"

"Ash." Alexi placed a calming hand on his shoulder. "Relax, ok?"

Ash took a deep breath and muttered breathlessly, "You're right. I'm sorry."

"It's ok. We know how you feel." Keagan stated.

Ash shook his head. "You've never been in this situation, Keagan."

Keagan stared and then lowered his gaze in what looked like thoughtfulness and nervousness. Alexi was the only one who noticed but the conversation picked up before she could say anything.

"Drake."

His head popped up. He hadn't really been included in the conversation considering he had never been to Team Rocket.

"Any ideas?"

Drake simply stared at him, wondering why Ash was asking him of all people at such a crucial moment for him. Everyone was staring at him and he shuffled uncomfortably, lowering his head as some of his old shyness began to return.

"Drake?"

After a moment of calming breathing, he nodded and raised his head with mischievous smile.

Fear gripped Michael. He had no idea where to start. What if he really could do nothing? What if he had to go back empty handed and watch the most amazing girl he had ever met just die? His resolve hardened. He couldn't do that. He wouldn't do that.

He pushed open a door and peeked in, shocked at the assortment of things inside. There were rows of shelves. There were glass bottles and vials filling one, books on another. The next was covered in an array of devices he couldn't even understand.

He slipped inside and quietly shut the door behind him before moving forward in the dim light. His gaze went over the objects on the third shelf, obviously weapons of some design., then went to the books. He looked over them and then paused, looking at one that was obviously quite old. He tried to place it, then realized that he had seen a book that looked similar on Skye's shelf. Michael pulled it off and almost gasped out loud at the title: Cloning Theories. They were only theories, old ones at that, but what else did he have? He opened the first page and saw a strand of DNA across the page. The page beside it explained a theory of cloning by using the DNA to recreate a person. He flipped the page. The next one talked about some goat that was cloned but died. He groaned and flipped again. This page talked about people who liked the idea, and people who were purely against it. He let out a groan of frustration and flipped quickly through the rest of the pages, but found nothing. There were only theories and opinions, none of the ones he needed.

He dropped the book to the floor and turned back to the shelf, searching angrily through it. Half an hour later he found a small book on cloning that just explained the process. More time passed and he was almost through the shelf. He was in panic and without realizing it he quickly raised an arm to wipe tears from his eyes. There were four books left that he hadn't checked and what were the chances he would find what he was after? The third to the last book was another cloning book and his last one. He flipped through the pages, finding only what he had before. Finally at the end he found something. Well, maybe something. It explained growth of a clone, possibilities of death and other symptoms. And then at the bottom, a list of things that worked in aiding and destroying these processes in a human body.

He turned around and almost let out a sob he didn't realize he had been holding in when seeing the name of one of the bottles was the same as one in the aiding section of the book. Hope returned. He still had a chance to help her.

"Let me go!"

"Hold still!"

"I'll hold still when you let me go!"

"Let her go."

Both Makaila and the grunt looked to whom had said the words in surprise.

"Sir?"

"Now."

"Yes, sir."

The grunt released her and stepped back and she looked around the room.

"There's no where to run." the voice said calmly. "Which is why you were released."

He was right. The room was large and cold, stone as the floor and nothing on the black walls. There was one door and no windows, and that door was now guarded by the grunt that had released her. She glared at him and the man beside her noticed the look.

"Even if you did get through that door, where would you go from there? You were blindfolded on the way in, so unless you can keep track of where your feet have been with your eyes closed, I'd suggest staying in this room."

"Staying in this room won't make me any better off." she whispered.

He laughed and stood. "True." And then his face was near hers. She didn't know his name, but he scared her, a fact she quickly hid. She didn't move an inch and gave him a death glare as she replied. "Where did you take my mom?"

He shook his head and stepped back with a raised eyebrow. "You are is daughter." She watched him turn and then state carelessly, "And if you were to know the name, what good would it do you?"

He started walking back and she clenched her hands into fists before screaming, "What do you want from me?!"

He turned and regarded her silently before whispering. "Nothing. I never wanted anything from you."

"What-"

"It's your father who owes me."

"F-For what?"

He walked back to where he had been sitting previously and she watched the way he walked, how he almost staggered but still looked confident. "Someone else may want something from you though."

"Who?"

"Kid!" The door was opened and a young teen walked in, dressed completely in black. He raised two hands to his neck level and gave a quick bow. His voice was calm, but his brown eyes were mischievous and cunning. His hands dropped.

"Well look who it is."

Hmm. Guesses? :)