A/N I thought I had updated on the tenth. I'm trying to update within a week. A day late. Ah well. Here is the next chapter! It's short and mainly focuses on two people. There will be a little more added to this plot later. Hope you all enjoy it, and I hope you keep reading! Enjoy!

The fight started as if no one else was there. Skye's clone hated him, detested the fact that he shared his name and DNA. Somehow, Skye didn't find this hard to understand. The boy before him was hard not to hate.

"So…" Skye jumped back as the floor was ripped up beneath him. "You think you're really smart don't you?" Skye didn't answer. He didn't know what to say. "So let me ask you something. You think that when she died she cared that you were there? You didn't do anything. You think your father ever pled your case? You think your mother wanted you? You th-"

Skye's head shot up. "If I know anything I know that my mother at least wanted me. Try a different tack-tick."

The clone snarled, then dropped both hands to his sides. "Fine then." His gaze ran over everyone and then he smirked and motioned with a tilt of the head towards the back of the room, stating casually to Ash, "He still has your daughter."

Ash spun around, angry at himself for being so distracted but relieved to find his daughter still in the same spot. Watching Skye and…Skye fight was strange and intriguing, but he had his daughter to think about. "Misty." Misty moved forward and glared at the man. Ash breathed deeply and then turned to her. He looked her up and down briefly, and she knew before he started speaking that she wasn't going to like what she heard. He pulled her quickly to him and buried his face in her hair whispering quietly and desperately into her ear. "Please, for once listen to me. Back up to the wall. Stay with Brock. Please."

Misty wasn't one to be forced out of something important, especially when Makaila was involved, but something in Ash's voice stopped her from speaking against the idea. She nodded and did as she was asked, while Ash turned back around.

Grant looked up the stairs, finding the clone's attention focused solely on Skye and occasionally Taylor, and growled. "Eitan."

"Yes sir?"

Grant moved his hands to Makaila's arms and pushed her to Eitan. She let out a grown of frustration and started struggling against him then suddenly went stiff, though no one but the two of them understood.

"Give me my daughter."

Grant smirked. "Look at her."

Ash wasn't sure what the point was and didn't know what he was looking for. Finally he realized why she had stiffened so suddenly. Eitan was holding a needle up to her arm inconspicuously. She didn't know what it was, but she knew she didn't want it in her. Eitan realized all had seen it and moved it up to her neck instead.

"What is that?" Ash finally asked.

"You know what it is."

Ash felt his throat constrict painfully.

Not many in the room knew what was below the needle, but Ash did. To put it briefly, if it made it into his daughter's blood, it wouldn't only kill her, it would cause her more pain than she had likely ever experienced. There was no way to remove it from the body, and as far as Ash knew, there was nothing to take to cancel it out.

"You kill me, you kill her."

Ash's arms shook at his sides. "You coward." he whispered.

Grant shrugged. "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to fight?"

Ash glanced at his daughter. His attention was focused on her until he heard Misty shout his name to warn him.

The clone finally looked away from Skye. Grant was fighting Ash, and Eitan was making his way to the door with Makaila while they were distracted. He didn't have much time.

Skye was talking but he wasn't listening. Eitan was almost to the door. Acting quickly he pulled the pipe off the wall closest to him and hurled it at Skye, then pulled a large sheet of metal from the electronic box on the far wall and pulled that towards him at the same time. As expected, Skye's attention stayed on the pole but at the last moment realized there was something behind him. He hit the ground, his head spinning. Michael ran forward, and the clone of Skye seized his chance.

"Skye are you alright?"

Skye shook his head and brushed Michael off as he stood. His eyes narrowed in confusion. "Where is he?"

Michael turned around. "Taylor!"

Skye turned as well. They were both gone.

Ash's back hit the ground, and his gaze strayed from Grant to Eitan and Makaila. Had nobody noticed? He was distracted long enough for Grant to land an awful punch to his stomach. He groaned, and both Brock and Gary moved forward, each grabbing one of Grant's arms. "Let go!"

Ash stood to find Eitan and Makaila gone. Drake was holding his arm, breathing deeply and cursing under his breath.

Skye and Michael ran to the rest of the group.

"Drake?" May came to him and looked at his arm. He pulled back.

"I'm fine."

Grant continued to struggle as the rest of the group gathered round him. Gary and Brock had trouble holding him still and finally, he stopped.

"Where is my daughter?" Ash asked firmly, his voice layered with just enough contempt to show that he was working to keep his hands at his sides instead of on the man in front of him. When Grant didn't answer he turned to Drake, who held his arm and grimaced.

"He cut me on the way out. I don't know anything."

Then Skye cut in. "And Taylor. Where is Taylor?"

Grant continued to only stare and Skye surprised everyone once more by moving forward angrily and doing what Ash had been thinking of doing by slamming him to the wall, disconnecting Gary and Brock's grips. When he spoke his voice was calm, but completely buried in malice. "Where are they?"

Grant shook his head and grinned a lopsided grin. "When we entered this room, I already knew I wouldn't be leaving. There's nothing you can do."

Skye dug his hands into the material on Grant's shirt and pulled him roughly forward before slamming him back against the wall. "So you thought I was going to kill you? Well I'm not. When I'm done with you you'll beg for me to kill you. But I won't until you tell me where they are. And you will tell me."

Grant glared at him but didn't say anything, and Skye pulled him forward then slammed him harshly to the ground.

"Skye!" Alexi pulled herself from the back of the group. "Stop!"

Skye turned to her and then back, but something stopped him in the process. He turned back to her and stared, confusion crossing over his features.

"That's right." Grant groaned and raised his head, placing his hand against the back of his head and pulling it back with blood coated over his palm. He wiped it on his pants before continuing. "Listen to your sister."

"What?" The two turned to him and Grant smirked.

"What, never knew? He did." Grant motioned to Ash.

Skye reached down and pulled him up. "Stop it. Where are they?"

"Your sister died. When you were six?" Skye paused. "Well she didn't. Your father handed you over to grunt work and your sister to testing." He turned to Alexi. "Because she would have never been a good grunt, because she was weak."

Alexi had gone into shock, but the last line snapped her from it. She growled and lurched forward but May pulled her back. "Alexi, it's ok." She was thankful that May had stopped her, she wasn't sure that she would have been able to stop herself.

Skye shook off the words. There was time to figure out if it was true, but he didn't have time to waste right now. "You're good at making distractions, I'll hand you that."

"Thank you." he muttered gruffly.

Skye ignored him and continued. "You're good at distractions but not for yourself." Grant's eyes flashed. "You're doing this for them. You knew you were going to die, but you still did it. They have you so tightly leashed that you don't know what it's like to be a man." He glanced at Alexi briefly who looked away. "You're not worth it." Grant held in a sound of protest as he hit the ground again. "Drake."

"Yeah?"

"Get your Pokemon out."

Drake pulled a poke ball from his pocket and Skye looked down at his arms. "If he can do it…. Gary hold him." Gary nodded, surprised when Grant didn't stop him from holding him to the wall.

Skye raised his hands and held them out then closed his eyes and started bringing them together. At first nothing happened. Then Gary's eyes widened as the metal covering on the wall on both sides of Grant broke free and moved no more than two inches inward. Grant began struggling and then Gary actually had to work to hold him. "Guys…" Keagan came to his other side and helped.

Skye began breathing heavily, his legs shaking, and clenched his teeth. The metal moved just barely closer. He dropped his hands and fell to his knees.

"Skye it's ok-"

"No." He stood again and raised his arms once more bringing them sharply yet shakily together. The metal finally pulled forward and wrapped around Grant, both Keagan and Gary pulling away at the last moment.

"Wow…."

Skye fell back down and Alexi moved forward. "Are you ok?" He nodded and once again pushed himself back up.

Drake nodded. "Flamethrower."

Grant inhaled sharply and flattened himself back as best he could, but all the fire touched was the metal, fusing both ends together and the back to the wall.

She heard a door slam and the hand that had been held over her eyes was taken off.

"Obsessive moron." She heard Eitan state to Skye's clone before she opened her eyes. When she did she found out why. The clone had brought Taylor. He was currently wincing as she had just kicked him rather harshly.

He shrugged. "So what?"

Eitan shook Makaila. "We were only supposed to bring Makaila. Grant will kill you."

"He's not getting out of there and you know it."

Makaila was shocked at how casually he said this, as if it were a normal every day thing for their friends to die around them. Did they even care?

"Kid, the worst they'll do to him is chain him to the wall. Ow!" He cursed. Makaila finally hit him near the knees and stepped back as he let go. "Stupid girl." He reached out and pulled her back.

"Let go of me you jerk!" His hand collided with her cheek and a resounding, "clap" echoed through the small room. She instantly stopped, shock covering her face.

"What did you do?" Taylor asked.

Eitan ignored her and focused his attention on Makaila. "Attempt anything more, and you'll get worse then that." He nodded at the clone and started walking ahead. "Move kid."

The clone growled. "We're the same status."

"You're only eight."

Taylor stiffened. If he was only eight, that meant that he aged faster than her. This boy "in love with her" was only eight years old.

They started walking again. Makaila was much calmer, mostly out of shock. Taylor was simply confused, and unable to see where she was going allowed herself to be led. She tripped at one point and fell but was pulled back up at an almost inhuman speed.

She knew he was smiling even if she couldn't see him. "Well, you're welcome." came the childish remark in her ear. She shivered then clenched her teeth and scolded herself in her mind. She shouldn't be shivering! What was it about him that made her feel so… Was there a word to describe it? Many words, maybe.

She felt the eight year old stiffen behind her as they pulled back out into one of the long halls. "I'm not supposed to go down here."

"They'll make an exception."

"No." He stopped and coincidentally so did Taylor. "I'm not going down there."

Eitan rolled his eyes. "Why not? Still scared?"

"I'm not scared. I'm doing what I've been told…. Or rather not doing what I've been told not to do."

Eitan rolled his eyes. "I still don't get how you're his clone. You're nothing like him. But we don't really have time for this. You've received an order. I'm above you. So move."

"There are those above you. They've told me not to, and I know more than to rely on you to take the blame for your own order. I'm not moving."

"Fine. Then hide out in three fifty. I'm going, and once I receive word you'll come."

He nodded, not the least bit phased by Eitan, and started into one of the nearest rooms.

"Taylor!" Makaila's voice snapped Taylor out of her slightly dazed phase. They were being separated. Taylor struggled, as she knew Makaila would be doing.

"Taylor," came a quiet voice in her ear. That wasn't Makaila. It was Skye, no, Skye's clone. For some reason, she stopped struggling, but she had no idea why.

She felt the door beside her open and she was pulled through it. The arms that had been wrapped around her let go and she heard the clicks that meant he was locking the door. She backed up until she ran into something stiff but soft. The metal clicks stopped and she heard his feet on the floor as he came closer. She knew that as bad as he might have been, he had to be to innocent to not try anything he shouldn't. But it wasn't much comfort. As much as she felt like she knew him, she didn't really.

"You're scared." he stated after a moment..

"I… I'm not exactly sure what to think." she muttered. She took a shaky breath and nervously voiced her thoughts. "He said you were only supposed to bring Makaila. Why did you bring me?"

His eyes flashed but she couldn't see that. Instead of answering, he came closer and sat down on the bed her back had run into. "You should sit down."

She let out a breath of uneasiness but sat down beside him.

He looked her over briefly before his gaze stopped on her eyes. "So… it's… Taylor?"

She nodded. "Where are we?"

"…You look different."

She stiffened. "Where are we?"

He frowned. "Room three fifty."

"That doesn't really help."

The laugh that came startled her. She had never heard Skye laugh. She knew this would be his younger voice, but it was almost comforting.

"You feel it too."

"Wh-Wha?"

"The pull." He simply stated it and waited for her reaction.

"The… pull?"

He nodded. "You're Sarah's clone and I'm Skye's clone. They were in love."

"S-So? Are you saying we got those… feelings?"

"Mmm."

Well that explained some things. "But we're only clones. They can't pass on things like that."

He shrugged. "I don't really know how it works. And for that matter, I'm not really sure why they made me. I know why they cloned Sarah though."

Taylor straitened. "What?"

She was going to ask more, but a hand reached up and ran through the top of her bangs, sufficiently distracting her. "Wh-What are you doing?"

"Your hair's a different color then hers was. How's that possible?"

"I… I don't know."

He dropped his hand. "I'm not going to hurt you. Why are you so scared?"

"I'm not scared!"

She could practically feel his smile. "There's Sarah."

She let out a shaky breath and tried something else instead. "What do they call you?"

"Huh?"

"Your name. What's your name?"

He was silent for a few moments. "I don't really have one."

"You don't have a name? Do they call you Skye?"

He shook his head. "I'm not Skye, I don't want his name." Taylor almost choked. He was so much like she had been as a new clone. "They call me six."

"…Six?"

"Mmm-Hmm."

"What kind of a name is that?"

"It's not really a name. More of a title than anything…. So you feel it right?"

She bit her lip and sighed. "Well yes but…" Why did she answer him? Why did she feel so close to him? "Wait! You might as well have kidnapped me!"

There was silence and she stood and made her way to the door. "Wait!" He stood and ran to her, grabbing her arm. "I'm sorry." It was hard not to be confused. He felt and sounded like a teenager, but was his mind a child's? An eight year olds?

"What's wrong?" he whispered after a moment.

"You're only eight."

"Oh… you-you heard that. It doesn't mean anything. All it means for a clone is I've been alive for eight years. I'm every bit as matured as any other teenager."

"But you're not one."

"…No."

"I'm just…ugh!" She gave up and pulled back, reaching her hands up into her hair. "I'm s-so confused! I can't love you! I don't know you! You're only eight and-and you kidnapped me!"

"…I thought we had resolved the whole eight year old thing."

"And that! You're-You're nothing like him! How could I possibly know you? Ho-mmph." Shock ran through her entire body and seemed to lock every joint firmly in place. He was kissing her. Skye, no, not Skye. But it felt…. She snapped herself out of it and pulled back as fast as she was able, placing a hand over her mouth and surprising herself as a blush ran to her cheeks and flooded them. "You-You kissed me."

He was silent for several moments, and when he spoke again he was timid. "You had to feel that."

She had felt something, and she was sure it was what he was referring to. There had been a connection. But it wasn't real. The connection belonged to Skye and Sarah, not them.

"You felt it…. You had to." he whispered again.

She suddenly realized what he must be going through and struggled to get herself to calm down, "Look, we can't like each other."

"Why not?"

"I… I'm already with somebody. I love him. And it's real. It's not a cloning fluke. I really care for him. What we're feeling… it's fake. It's Sarah and Skye, and it only means that Sarah loves Skye. Not that I love you. It's not real. There's no way you can love me. You don't know me."

There was almost a deathly silence as she felt him absorb what he had said. "No…. I do… love you." He stumbled over each word.

"No… no please." Without thinking she reached forward and wrapped her arms around him. "We can't be together. I'm already in love. Take me back. Please. I can't find the way back on my own."

He was completely stiff and she suddenly realized why. She was hugging him. It was hard for Skye to let people touch him at all. Maybe he and Skye were more alike then she had thought. But a moment later he surprised her as he wrapped her arms back around her, and almost pulled her closer. He shook a little, and she wondered if he were crying, or just nervous.

"OK." he whispered.

She was shocked. "What? I…"

"I'll take you back. Just make sure he doesn't try to kill me or something."

She knew who he was referring to and nodded against him. "Thank you."

"But not yet."

"Wait-"

"Please. Can we talk?"

That was another thing hard for Skye: talking. It wasn't hard to say that the request surprised her, but she couldn't bring herself to say no.

"How do we find them?"

"Makaila won't be in the room I was in. So why is she here?"

"None of this makes any sense." Ash cut into the conversation. "If we go to far down the halls, the cameras will pick us up. But why now? If they knew where we were the whole time why wait till now to take Makaila? And why take her at all at this point?"

A laugh rang through the room and they all turned around to see Grant was the one who had laughed.

"What?" Ash hissed icily.

"You don't get it do you? They took Misty, you think they care how old any of you are? You ran away, they're not going to let you get away with that. Because if you run away others get the idea that they can too."

Ash turned back to the others without commenting. "Where would they take Taylor?"

"Probably to the same place." Brock answered.

"No." Gary had been the one in charge of some newcomers so he knew more than most of them. "They're here for two different reasons. Makaila "belongs" here. She'll probably go to the… to Giovonni first. Taylor came with us. The kid took her for himself. If we can get her before they see her it won't matter, but if they do see her it will just be a bonus. They made her, they'll want her too."

Skye groaned while Michael did his best to avoid his gaze.

"But she's a test subject." Alexi said. "Er, a clone that his. And so is Skye's clone."

"We know that."

Alexi glared at Skye and continued. "What I'm saying is, he seems very attracted to Taylor. Skye."

"What?"

"He's your clone… what would you do, if you were him?"

Skye faltered and looked up to find everyone staring at him. "Well, you saw him. He's nothing like me. It's obviously more physical cloning then… emotional."

"Do we have anything else to go on?"

He paused. "You mean if I were the version of myself twisted enough to do what he's doing? It's kind of difficult to put myself in that place."

"Skye..."

He sighed. He really didn't want to answer the question. He didn't want to imagine himself like that. "I would… probably separate from Eitan. I wouldn't care where I went, I just wouldn't want to be around him."

"So anywhere?"

He nodded.

"Well that narrows it down a lot." Drake muttered sarcastically.

"Actually it helps. All we have to do now is find out where Eitan went, then Skye's clone will be somewhere on the way there."

"Yeah, but how are we supposed to figure that out?"

Skye stood and turned back to Grant who scoffed. "Think you're getting it from me?"

"You're very aggravating." Skye stated as he walked to him. "Even when there's nothing you can do. Tell us where he went."

Grant only rolled his eyes and struggled just slightly as he tried to move his arms from beneath the metal. "Or what?"

To everyone surprise a click was heard from the door and it was forced open.

Michael stood. "Taylor?" She entered and he ran to her. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine." She turned to the door and ushered someone in, and they were all shocked as Skye's clone tentatively entered.

Before anyone really could ask what was going on, Skye had jumped to his feet and run to them. The clone looked to Taylor desperately as Skye stood in front of him. He shook and finally fell as Skye advanced. He didn't know any of them, but he didn't want to hurt them. Not now. Would Taylor say anything to stop them?

Taylor gasped as she was pulled back. She couldn't see, but she knew what was happening. "Skye, no!" She reached out and held onto his arm to stop him from doing anything. "Don't hurt him!"

He wasn't going to, but he was having trouble not doing something. He noticed the boy in front of him struggling to keep his arms where they were as well. He reminded himself that the "kid" in front of him was strong and had a power that he had been using his whole life, whereas Skye had just learned to use it within the last few minutes. Still the boy shut his eyes and then opened them shakily as he looked up at Skye in almost some form of fear. There was something extremely different about him now. "I'm not going to hurt him." He could see the clone bite his lip, as though to keep himself from retorting. There was a moment's silence.

"Get them!" Everyone but the clone looked to Grant as he shouted the order. His gaze went to the ground but he didn't say anything to reply. Grant looked as though he were going into some form of shock. "Get up! Get them!" he ordered again.

"…I won't." The reply was barely over a whisper. It was easy to see how abnormal it was for him to disobey an order, as Grant had pretty much been shocked into silence. He stood and looked at all of them before lowering his gaze. "I'm not doing anything."

"He brought me back." Taylor said.

"You're dead!" He flinched at Grant's words. "Do you hear me kid? You're dead!" His hands clenched into fists at his sides as Grant went on. "You're disobeying a direct order! If they don't kill you, I will! They won't be lenient a second time." Grant paused and saw the clone closing his eyes to deflect the words. "I told them. I told them that you wouldn't be anything as grunt. I told them you were to weak." He stopped suddenly as the clone growled and turned to him at lightning speed. He held out one arm and pulled his fingers together as if he were making a fist. Grant choked and closed his eyes, almost gagging but seeming to not have enough air for it.

"Leave me alone." he whispered. He opened his fist and Grant pulled in a huge gasp of air, a look of relief on his face.

He turned back to the rest of the group. He knew the display had made them nervous. "I should go."

"No." Taylor moved from Skye to him, but instead of holding his arm just gently laid her hand on his. "Was that true? Will they kill you?"

He didn't answer. "I can tell you where to find Makaila, but then you have to leave."

"Will they kill you?" she repeated.

"…Yes." he pulled in a breath and moved on. "Makaila's meeting someone named Casey."

"I know him." Alexi spoke up.

He nodded, not seeming to really take in her comment. "Go down the hall. Take your second left, then your third right. He'll be in the first room… There's only four."

"Thank you." Ash didn't know why he said it, then raced past him into the hall, the others following him. Taylor stayed, prompting Michael and Skye to drop behind to wait for her.

"You have to come with us." Taylor almost begged.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I can't." he whispered. "I don't know anything about where you come from. I'm a clone and I age twice as fast as you do. You can't explain that to people."

"But-"

"No. Just go. Please." She wrapped her arms unexpectedly around him and both Michael and Skye stiffened as he hesitantly hugged her back. "I won't forget you. You're not Sarah but… I like you."

"I like you too." she whispered. She let go and he smiled at her weakly as she raced through the door. Michael and Skye both waited a moment longer.

"Thank you for bringing her back." Michael said quietly.

"Yeah, thanks." Skye added stiffly.

He nodded and they finally shut the door. All was silent for a few moments. The room was suddenly very large and empty. Alone.

"Traitor." a voice hissed from the corner.

His eyes narrowed. "I don't care."

"You're a liar."

He was somehow calm. "Maybe. Or maybe I'm actually learning to be honest."

Grant scoffed. "A little late for that, don't you think? Your "honesty" is sending you to be killed." To his surprise, the young clone smiled.

"I know."

"Don't you care?"

"No. I didn't do this for me, I did this for Taylor. I made a difference. That's all I ever wanted, for there to be a reason for me to exist. Now there is. I helped them. I saved them."

"You didn't. They still have a lot to go through."

"Then I gave them a head start." He turned to Grant quietly. "At least I'm not you."

Grant clenched his teeth. "Maybe someday you will be. No wait, you won't live that long. Not long enough to even know how you would have changed."

The clone quietly turned from him and stared at the metal door. He shut his eyes, breathing out the fear and anxiousness and replacing it with Taylor's beautiful face. A smile found it's way back to his face. "Good."

A/N A little more to this plot, as well as what was said between Taylor and er... "six" will come later. Short plot for this one I know. Next chapter is being written! Review!