Halt sat on the couch, a streaming mug of coffee cupped in his hands. He had emptied his room of all his weapons and sharp objects and locked Will in there. He was still sleeping. There were no windows in his room, so the only way out was the locked door. Gilan was sleeping in Will's old room and Halt finally had some time to think about what he was going to do. Earlier, he has sent a brief letter to Crowley explaining their situation and requesting his presence, so he should be here in a few days. Halt was really worried about Will. He never acted like this and he certainly never attacked Halt. He knew it had to be linked to his kidnapping, but what had they done to him? Halt couldn't think of anything his captors could do that would make Will behave like this.

He sighed and took an appreciative sip of his coffee. He had explained what happened to Lucas and he couldn't come up with anything either. This was the one of the rare times when Halt didn't know what to do. He'd always had a plan and always knew what to do, but now he didn't. Now, when Will needed him the most, he didn't know what to do. Maybe Crowley will be able to think of something when he gets here.

Then his thoughts were interrupted by a scream.

His hands and feet were tied to a pole. He struggled against the bonds, but it was no use. They wouldn't budge. He sat alone in a dimly lit room. It was a plain room with white walls and a tile floor. It reminded him of the infirmary, with the boring white walls and cold floor. He waited for a while, wondering what was going to happen to him. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have to wait long to find out. He heard voices outside, he tried to make out what they were saying, but they were muffled by the thick wooden door. A few moments later, a man walked in. The man looked like he was in his early 20s. He had white hair that went down into his light grey eyes and a pale, clean shaven face. He was about as tall as Gilan with a slight build. He stood and started at Will with a curious look on his face. Will kept his face neutral and remained silent.

"What's your name?" He asked politely. He had a Gallican accent, which made Will wonder where he was. He thought for a moment about if he should tell him his name, and then decided it couldn't do any harm.

"Will."

"Okay, Will. Here's how this is gonna work, you have information on the Rangers. I need that information, and you're going to provide it. Understand?" He said in a sickly sweet voice that made Will want to gag. He didn't respond and the man advanced. He walked across the room and stopped when he came face to face with Will.

"What is the location of the Gathering?" He asked. Will defiantly spat in his face. The man stood up straight and wiped the spit from his face. He walked over to a table and picked up a whip, he strode back over to Will and played with it in his hands.

"This is the last time I will ask you nicely, Ranger. Where is the Gathering?" He growled.

"Go to hell."

In one fluid movement, the man cracked the whip and it hit him in the face, running along his jaw. He felt warm blood run down his throat and tears blurred his vision. Will stayed silent as the man slowly walked around behind him, giving him time to answer. He didn't say a word. Crack. Crack. Crack. He cried out in pain as the whip opened long cuts on his back that started bleeding. A tear rolled down his cheek as the whip hit him again and again, but still, he never said a word.

After what seemed like an eternity, the man paused for a moment, studying his work. He kneeled down behind Will and ran a hand across his back. Will screamed and tugged at his restraints, desperately trying to get free. He was starting to see black at the edges of his vision.

"Sensitive, are we?" The man chuckled in amusement. He walked back into Will's field of vision again and stood in front of him. The room swayed sickeningly as he sagged against the ropes that held him there.

The man smiled and walked to the door. Then everything went black.

Halt ran to his room and unlocked the door. He rushed into his room and saw Will. He was covered in sweat, thrashing on the bed. He forgot to shut the door behind him. Halt ran over to him and pinned him to the bed, he didn't want him to reopen his stitches.

"Will! Wake up!"

Will struggled harder now that someone was trying to hold him down. After a few minutes of struggling, he sat bolt upright and yelped, yanking his hand away from Halt and he scrambled away from him like a kicked puppy. He was breathing heavily and shaking all over. He bolted for the open door, wanting to be alone. He almost made it out the door when someone grabbed him from behind. He drew a breath to scream when a hand covered his mouth. The person started dragging him back towards the bed and he fought against them.

"Shhh, Will it's okay. It's me, Halt." He said, trying to get him to stay still.

After a few moments, Will stopped struggling and turned, trying to see Halt's face. Halt loosened his grip on Will's arms slightly and moved to the bed, setting him down on it. He listened to Will's ragged breathing as he waited for him to calm down some. They sat in silence for a long while, until his breathing went back to normal and the shaking stopped.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Halt asked quietly. Will immediately shook his head and Halt sighed. He knew that if Will didn't want to talk about something, you'd never find out until he felt like telling you. He looked him in the eyes and saw something he didn't expect to see. Guilt. Why would Will feel guilty? Halt wondered. The guilt left Will's eyes as he tried to cover it up. He didn't want Halt to start asking questions. They sat in silence for a while and Halt got up and walked over to Will's leg. Will looked at him, a question in his eyes.

"I'm going to make sure you didn't reopen any of those wounds on your leg." He explained. Will nodded and sat back against his pillow while Halt unwrapped the bandages. He set the bandages aside and turned Will's leg this way and that, searching for any reopened wounds. Luckily, there were none and he put the bandages back on. Halt sat back down and decided to try one more time.

"It would make you feel better if you talked about it." He said. Once again, Will shook his head. Halt stood up and walked to the door.

"Okay, get some rest." He said. Will nodded and layed down, pulling the covers up. Halt opened the door and walked out, shutting it behind him and locking it again. He went into the living room and wasn't surprised to see Gilan waiting for him.

"Is he okay?"

"Yes, he had a nightmare."

"What was it about?"

"He wouldn't tell me." Halt said. He sat down on the couch beside Gilan and wondered what Will's dream was about. He moved around trying to get comfortable, but he found that he couldn't.

"What's bothering you?" Gilan asked. Halt looked at him for a moment before deciding he should tell him.

"Will is hiding something." He whispered. Gilan looked at him with a surprised look on his face.

"What is it?"

"That's what's bothering me. I don't know what he's hiding, but I don't think it's anything good."

A/N: I feel so evil right now. I totally gave Will nightmares and I have an evil plan for Will. *Does evil laugh and disappears*