A/N: To Jack D, love the character, so yes, I will use him, actually...He will be in this one (A somewhat deranged smile on my face as I, jumping happily up and down in my chair), thank you! And... well thanks! :-D
To basically everyone else... Review please! Here it is...

"THOMAS!" I screamed. I was sick and tired of following his muddy footprints in the woods. I didn't care about being a "comfortind presence" anymore. I was goin to find that son of a- "Thomas!" He popped out of nowhere scaring the bejeezes outta me, looking very woodsmen like in his mud-splattered shirt and jeans.

He half-glared, "You called?" He folded his arms across his chest in a very Minho-like manner. I smirked his attempted glare giving way to confusion... "What do you want MaC? I don't-"

"Well, you should," I began, "Thomas... you never been one to let others do things for you... Why change that now?" I asked him. "And... And Thomas let's face it," I said moving a bit closer to him, "Minho and I can't do this on our own... There's too many of em." He looked at me, looking slightly persuaded, "And Thomas..."

"Yeah?"

"Half the shanks on that council," I jerked a thumb over my shoulder, " don't know what they're getting into..."

He nodded, a smile creeping onto his face.

I smirked, "Holy Shuck! He smiled," I announced to an imagined audience. "He actually smiled!"

He shook his head and was about to say... something when a loud... Sound interrupted us.

"What was that?" He asked, eyes widening.

"No clue..." I said, doing a quick 360. The sound came again... It was human... I think. A high-pitched...call, it sounded like. I circled around once more, "Let's get outta here." I concluded grabbing his arm.

I took one step... that was all. One BLODDY step. And I collapsed in an overwhelming ocean of pain. There was the clank of metal and the snap of bone as the trap snapped around my ankle. I let out a yelp and prepared for the crash. Thomas shoved a hand under my arm, preventing my knees from slamming into the ground. I bit my lip and got a grip on myself. "We gotta get it off" Thomas said, lowering me to the ground so he could look at the trap.

"Ya think?" I ground out between clenched teeth. I shifted my gaze to the mangled and bloody flesh of my calf. He used a pocket knife to cut away the saturated fabric of my pant and took in sight.

He touched it, lightly, gently, hardly moved it at all... but it hurt like Hell! "Ahhh!" I screamed, "Don't-touch-it" I muttered in a facade of pain.

He obliged, taking a quick glance around. His eyes bulged. "Thomas, what-" There were dark-skinned people surrounding us, all with pointy sticks or spears of some sort pointed at us. They muttered to each other in some form af language unknown to either Thomas or me... They moved in on us.

"Uh... We come in peace?" I offered weakly.

Minho:

"Where IS she?" I yelled, pounding a fist on the trunk of the tree I'd found her in earlier... where I'd.. No, not important right now!

"Well," She can't have gone far..." I glared at the boy. Blonde hair, cut short. A more angular appearance than most, but strong nonetheless. He'd made it through the trials...so he had to be. He wasn't supposed to be here. He wasn't a Keeper, never was. But that didn't stop him from always trying to be in the middle of things. He never did what he was supposed to do... But for once, I was... okay, not happy exactly, but not, infuriated as usual. I needed his rationality at the moment... Mine wasn't functioning at the moment...

"Right well, she went off in this direction-" A scream cut me off. A short, painful, shocked scream that sounded all-too like MaC. I looked at the boy, John. He was a smart-ass, but then again... So was I. mAc told me so, everyday...)He would have to do... I took off in the direction fo the scream, not taking the time to think it through. She was in trouble... or she was hurt, or... Whatever had happened... It wasn't good... She needed me! I just knew it! I was a feeling deep down, in my very existence, I just knew something jacked up had happened... "Just like the good-old days!" I could practically hear her sarcastic response. "Yeah," I somehow thought sarcastically "cept in the 'good-old days' you were here by my side." I could protect you...

A/N: Yeah so... Cute right? Shorter than I wanted but... Oh well I guess... Um, Review!