Thomas dreamed about a pair of eyes. A girl's eyes.

There was no color in the iris, just a boring sullen grey. Her eyelashes were thick and fluttered every time she blinked.

But when he was about to get a look at her actual face, he woke up, still curled up in the corner of the white padded room.

The eyes were familiar. Extremely familiar. He knew her name but couldn't remember whose name it was.

Teresa? Brenda? Lynn?

Lynn.

Oh, Thomas could feel his heart beat faster at the mention of her name.

The girl that could possibly be dead….again. With her pretty hazel eyes and gentle freckled face still fresh in Thomas' memory. He loved her dearly, more than a friend, more than anything. He would never tell Minho, of course, but still.

He ached to run his fingers through her hair. Craved the feeling of her touch on his skin. Loathed the man who got to kiss her on a day to day basis.

It would be long before Thomas realized, the eyes he dreamed about were Lynn's.

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"So you've been in here for how long?" Lynn questioned from her place on top of the desk. "Five days, you said?"

"Until you came, yes." Newt replied as laid back on the bed. "But with the additional three days I've been stuck with you, it's been eight."

Eight days (well, three for Lynn) they've done nothing but sleep, eat, use the toilet, and talk in this god forsaken white padded room. Absolutely nothing else was available to do.

Newt often caught Lynn twirling around and staring down at the skirt of her dress for entertainment, and he would smile along with her as she giggled when he told her she looked like a five-year-old. Or Lynn sit in between Newt's legs and have him try to braid her hair. It would fail miserably, but what else was there to do?

They had to share the bed, since there was only one, Newt would kick Lynn off in the middle of the night, but she would always crawl back under the singular blanket they had and return the favor.

Surprisingly, they never got sick of each other. From time to time they'd argue about the smallest things, but either one would take refuge in the bathroom and lock the door behind them for a few minutes to his/herself.

But nonetheless, Lynn and Newt haven't showered or done any personal hygiene in a while (the bathroom only has a sink and toilet). Lynn washes her hair in the sink with nothing but the water and a washcloth, Newt says he just doesn't care. It made the underneath of Lynn's skin itch to not have a proper shower and be stuck with her bare scent.

The one time that the door to the room was opened was once a day, to give them one plate of food; dry beef, curdled milk, and burnt toast is hardly a meal though. It was only one plate for one person. Lynn always gave Newt her portion without him knowing. She was practically starving. But in Lynn's mind, it was better that Newt ate instead of herself.

On the fourth day (nine for Newt), the door opened before their once a day meal, good ole ratface standing in the doorway.

"Ah, how good it is to see you two." His voice was as nasally as Lynn remembered it. "Doing well?"

"Like you care." Lynn sneered, hopping off the desk. "What's it to ya anyway Ratman?"

Janson walked further into the room, a manila folder clutched under his arm. "I'm actually here for you Icelyn, we need to have a...little chat."

Newt stepped in front of Lynn, his height just above Janson's. "She's not going anywhere without me, where she goes, I go."

"Newt…"

Ratman held his hand up, signalling Lynn to stop before she even continued. "I'm afraid the matters we'll be discussing with your sister is confidential."

"But-"

"No buts." Janson glanced down at his watch, returning his hard grey gaze back to the twins. "If you will, please follow me Lynn, we have lots of things to discuss."

With that he turned and left the room, passing two guard that stood in front of the door.

Lynn stepped out behind Newt, "I'll be fine," she said, "I'm sure it's nothing."

Newt crossed his arms over his chest, a look of displeasure bringing down the corners of his mouth. Lynn patted his shoulder as she passed by him, headed straight out the door as the two guards in black rested a hand on each of her shoulders.

They led her into a small interrogation room a minute or two down the hallway, sitting Lynn down in an uncomfortable metal chair with Ratman across the table.

"How nice it is to have some alone time with you Lynn," He folded his wrinkled old man hands on the table, leaning forward. "The last time you were unconscious."

Lynn leaned back in her chair, her hands resting on her lap. "Let's cut the crap Janson." She narrowed her illuminated hazel eyes at him, matching his intense gaze. "You think you can dress me up, cut my hair, shuckin' operate on me, make me look all pretty again, and not think I won't suspect a thing? That's a load of bullshit, in my opinion."

Janson chuckled lowly, "You're not a dumb blonde, that's for sure. But that's not why we bandaged you up, it was your friend Thomas. He would've strangled us with his bare hands if we didn't do something. "

A soft smile trickled onto Lynn's lips as she looked to the side, Thomas really must've taken a liking to her.

"I would even say he cares for you, in a non-friendly way."

The smile slipped from her face, "Thomas doesn't like-"

"Anyway," Ratman continued, slamming his Manila folder on the table and sliding out a few papers. "Let's get to the point so we can return you to your brother."

"My brother's not my keeper."

He ignored her again and kept talking, "Icelyn-"

"Don't call me Icelyn."

"When it comes to your brother, how far would you go to protect him in any way, shape, or form?"

Lynn paused, straightening her spine. "Excuse me?"

He caught her line of sight over the edges of the papers. "If it had to be either you or your brother that would survive this next trial. Who would you choose?"

"My brother." She didn't even miss a beat. "There's no decision to be made, I would do anything save and protect my brother, no matter what. He's-he's the only family I have left." Her voice grew quieter and quieter as she stopped talking, realizing that Newt was really the ONLY family she ever knew of, she doesn't remember anyone else.

The man before her cleared his throat, tightened his tie, and reclined back in his chair. With a click of his tongue, he went on; making Lynn slightly anxious as he never stopped staring at her.

"In this last trial, we'll be testing your mental strength. Us here at WICKED figure that if we test one twin, we won't have to waste the time, energy, and money to test the other. It was a hard decision to make since we wouldn't know which one would be more willing. But I can almost guarantee that if your brother was sitting here, he would say the same exact thing. Am I wrong?"

The blonde shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Her head dropped, diverting her gaze to fiddling with the hem of her dress. She wanted to avoid the question, but Janson's stare was melting her scalp.

"No." She murmured in reply, "You're not wrong, he would say the same thing."

A lopsided grin creeped onto his face. "The tough decision we face is who to pick-for the next trial, I mean. Who should we choose?"

"That depends." Lynn stated, "What's the next trial? You say it will be testing my mental strength, what exactly does that entail?"

"Classified." He stood up, pushed his chair in, and walked over to the door. "But I take it that you'll be the one who will be doing the testing, not Newt."

"Damn straight, Ratman."

Opening the door, Janson let the two guards back in; one of them holding a red colored syringe in their hand.

The guards made a dash for Lynn as she stood up, one of the holding her in place and the other stabbing the syringe into her forearm. She thrashed and kicked at them, her right bicep numbing as the guard shoved the needle further into her skin.

"We'll be seeing you tomorrow Lynn," He sighed as the guards began to drag Lynn away. "Make sure to get a good night's sleep."

Lynn felt completely helpless and weak. She was brought back to her room, had the syringe ripped out of her arm, and was shoved into Newt's waiting arms, her arms wrapping around his neck as the guards closed the door; the sound of the lock echoing like an evil laugh.

Something was going to happen tomorrow; and whatever it was, it wouldn't be in Lynn's favor.

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SPOILERS FOR THE FEVER CODE AHEAD; PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT THE BOOK TO BE SPOILED FOR YOU.

Hello readers!

I just recently read The Fever Code and learned that Sonya is actually Newt's little sister Lizzy. I was toying with the idea that Sonya would be their older sister (hence her and Lynn's sisterly connection) and that Sonya, Newt, and Lynn were all triplets or some idea similar to the previous two. But I was planning a little something else down the storyline which would be considered 'wrong' for a brother and sister OR sister and sister to do. So Sonya will not be related to Newt and Lynn in anyway shape or form.

Remember to review the story and feel free to leave any suggestions for the plot, I may put a few in ;)

-Broadwaykid1832