A/N: This story is now off of Hiatus, because I finished all my other stories. I hope you like it. (By the way, I went back and fixed some of the confusion about Glimmer (I think). She is half-elf and half-sprite, and she DOES have wings.)

This chapter is dedicated to Rynn Wolfe, I'm glad this story fulfilled your needs.

R&R, I hope you like it, and have a wonderful day.

Mulch caught the accomplice early the next day. Very early. Early enough that Foaly thought it perfectly fine to call Holly at two in the morning. "You said you had some questions for him," Foaly defended against her grumblings. "I thought that now would be a better time than when he was mired in trials and all that bureaucratic stuff."

"Fine," Holly yawned, flicking on the lamp at her bedside table, hoping the bright light would help to wake her up. "Give me what you know about him."

"Tinsel Cornsprite is, as I think the name implies, a sprite. Middle-aged, probably about Glimmer's age. Went to school with her in Haven, one of those fairies who believe we should take the surface back from the humans. A fanatic."

"Know how he got Glimmer out of Haven?"

"He's pretty high up on the chain of command at the new prison, probably sent for her to be moved to Atlantis and smuggled her up to the surface. Just a theory, but a sound one. What questions are you planning on asking him?"

"Just a few things about the contact he had with Glimmer." There was silence for a moment. "Foaly?" Holly prompted.

"Um . . . I've been working on something. A truth drug. It's so we can interrogate fairies without having to mesmerize them. Less chance of brain damage. It's perfectly safe, but the council wants test runs to make absolutely sure no one can break through it. I was wondering if maybe . . ."

"You want to use an experimental drug with possibly harmful side-effects on a fairy?" Holly wasn't sure whether she was disgusted or just surprised.

"No harmful side-effects," Foaly interjected quickly. "The tests all came back clean. We're just . . . not sure it'll work."

Holly would have rubbed her temples if she hadn't covered them with a helmet. She didn't have time for this. And they didn't have time for the sprite not to give them what they needed. "Fine," she muttered.

"I'll patch you through then. Does your helmet have video?"

"I think I'll forgo the video. Just audio. Patch the video of him through to my helmet though," Holly said, activating the display on her visor.

The sprite that appeared on the screen was just barely on the fit side, broad shoulders and a large chest but with few defined muscles. Sprites were the most likely species to work out for fun, but this guy looked like he hadn't hit the gym since school. The skin didn't sag though, so he probably ate healthy. His wings vibrated behind him nervously and his blue eyes were darting nervously around the interrogation room. To be honest, Holly was a bit underwhelmed. This was the fairy that had gotten Glimmer out of prison and into the human world? Well, appearances could be deceiving, she knew that well.

"Good morning, Mister Cornsprite," she said, and the sprite's small eyes widened fractionally. "This is Captain Holly Short," Holly said, and the color drained from his face. "I have a few questions to ask you." His whole body was vibrating now, along with his wings. This one was well on the way to becoming a nervous wreck. "Why did you smuggle Glimmer out of prison?"

"I-I-I . . . she . . . she promised," the sprite took a deep breath. "She promised that we'd be freed from the tyranny of humans."

"How did you first get into contact with her?" Holly asked, deciding to let the last answer slide. She wasn't likely to get more than that. Why was such a useless question sometimes. Such as when you already knew the answer.

"Sh-sh-she contacted . . . contacted me," the sprite panted. There was sweat on his brow. Foaly had said there were no harmful side-effects, right?

"About what? Why did you meet with her? How did she contact you?"

"She . . . she contacted me through a guard. He carried the message that she knew how to get rid of the humans for good. I . . . thought it . . . I thought I would . . . that I would be doing the People a favor if I got the information."

"What did she know about 'getting rid of the humans'," Holly asked.

"There is a spell . . . one that . . . that is supposed to be . . . be impossible now, because it involves a human using . . . using magic. It would . . . would enslave all humans to that one human, who would be enslaved to the fairy people."

"The whole of the People, not just one fairy?"

"It would do what was best for the survival of the fairy people as seen by the fairy that cast the spell as well. 'Course, that's only . . . only . . . only if the . . . if the human survives it. If it doesn't, the humans are all enslaved to that one fairy." His blue eyes seemed confused, as if he didn't know why he was talking.

"Hurry up Holly," Foaly said in her ear. "The serum only works for a few moments."

"Does Glimmer have all of her magic?" Holly asked quickly.

The sprite would have been hovering up near the ceiling if the chair he was tied to wasn't bolted onto the floor. Instead, the wind stirred up by his wings was whipping his blonde hair around his face. "N-n-no," he stammered. "Her mes-mes-mesmer is sti-ill strong, but it is not as . . . as strong as it was before." Then, he slumped forward onto the table.

"D'arvit," Holly yelped. "Foaly!"

"Sorry! Sorry, sorry, shoulda warned ya, they fall unconscious after the serum runs it's course. It's so the brain can rest itself."

"Yes, you should have warned me," Holly hissed as the video feed in her helmet disappeared. "Gods above, you stupid centaur, don't scare me like that!"

"Okay okay, did you get everything you needed?"

"I think so. Foaly, one last thing before you go. Well, two last things. One, remember to send Mulch up. Ask if he'll help. Also, can you see if you can find any control spells that have anything to do with a human being involved?"

"Already way ahead of you Holly. I've got the computer working on it now. I'll ask Qwan as well. He might know something not in the system. Oh and Holly? Do be safe. And take care of that Mudboy. Frond knows he needs someone looking after him." Foaly cut the communications feed.

After taking the helmet off her head and setting it on the nightstand, Holly stared at the wall, covered with odd, dark-as-night shadows from the lamp. A spell that required a magical human. The only magical human known to exist trying to fight the mesmer. Glimmer behind it all. None of this boded well for the human population.

A/N: Yay! I'm back to this story! What did you think? (No Flames please . . . they make me sad.)