Sometimes kidnappings are a bitch. (Ember and Birdie.)

"My Dad? What's he got to do with all this?" Andree asked, gesturing around to the stone cold room they sat in. As the chilly air nipped at her sleeveless arms, she crossed her arms against her chest to make herself warmer. She could almost see her own breath as she tried to keep warm. Her hands wrapped themselves around each of her upper arms and bean to rub them, trying to create some heat from the friction. Andree smirked a bit when Scar said she couldn't have children. I may be no doctor, but I'm pretty sure there is a difference between fat and pregnancy. She's not growing any direction that would indicate that she's just getting fat, nor does she seem the type to let herself go. Andree narrated to herself silently. Once Scar had felt her stomach and spoken once more, Andree leaned in a bit closer and hugged her. After finishing their embrace, she leaned back, still on her knees, and said to her "Congrats, I'm happy for you." A smile stretched across her face as she said this, temporarily forgetting their current predicament.

This bit of glee was short lived though as she soon fell unconscious. Though, in her mind, it appeared that nothing had changed. They were still in the room, she was still looking into Scar's eyes with glee, nothing seemed wrong. That was, of course, until a violent explosion ripped the titanium door off of it's hinges and allowed Scar and her an exit. Eyes full of shock, Andree turned back to Scar and said to her. "Well, let's get out of here." Quickly, she took Scar's hand and began to run at an average pace, not wanting to hurt Scar or the baby.

"Sonofabitch!" the doctor yelled in a clear Brooklyn accent, wincing at the severe burns on his left hand, which he had used to touch Scar. His glove had burnt off and dealt a mild burn to his hand, but not too bad. The glove had provided suitable protection.

Nightkill entered the room, his eyes looking around the room and setting on Scar, who had fire rising. Confusion on his face, but then he laughed. "The offspring has protection! Already? Beautiful. Simply beautiful." he told the doctor, who did not find it as beautiful since he was treating his burn wounds.

"What are we going to do?" he asked, his hands in cold water. Nightkill frowned, in some thought.

"Wear thicker gloves. I'll be back." he said, walking off. He had a time limit now. Scar would be awake soon, the baby guaranteed it. Tick tick tick. But he had an idea, one that would allow the baby to be removed safely and damage Scar psychologically.

In the dreamstate, guards attacked Scar and Andree, firing their guns. They came from a corner, and alarms were ringing.

Woah! Okay then! You lead. Andree thought to herself as Scarletta switched their positions and was dragging her down the corridor. Though Andree could run faster than Scar, she was going to let her take the lead and pace them. Only she could really tell what would hurt the baby. Well, the doctors could probably tell, but no one in their current predicament could. Damn it! She yelled silently at the sound of gunshots. Though it should have been one of the first things she expected when they escaped, it had slipped her mind and keeping Scar and the baby safe took priority. She was just getting into Scar's pacing when she was gently shoved into another room and Scar sealed the door behind her.

The sirens were still audible from inside, their annoying whine repeating over and over again in a pattern. "I wonder what the explosion back there was all about. I mean, who did it? Certainly not him or his men, that's for sure. And I don't have any friends that know I'm here, do you?" Andree asked her, ignoring the sirens. "And, also, seeing as there are no windows and you sealed the door, we may be stuck here a while, would you mind telling me what my Dad has to do with our current situation?" The subject that she asked her was one that she was interested in and didn't quite understand. Nor did she understand what connection Scar had with her father. And when she didn't understand something, she wanted the answers. "Quite the stalemate we have here, we can't get out yet they can't get in. For now, that is." She noted as she waited for Scar's answer.

Nightkill returned with a sygrine, which attracted the attention of the medical squads. He handed the tranquilizer gun to a nurse, who shot Scar and put her in a deeper sleep. He then stabbed the needle- which started melting almost immediately- into Scar's body. The liquid went into Scar's stomach, hitting the baby. It endured the fire, because this blooded demon blood could survive much more. This blood came from Alruna the succubus, a demon and former lover of Pain. Nightkill liked the irony.

The baby could die. That was true. But the baby would now develop at a hyper rate, and the fire would stop, since the angel, demon and human blood would be too busy fighting each other to worry about outside influences. Nightkill rather suspected the addition of the succubus demon blood would alter the personality and nature of the baby and possibly Scar. This was uncharted lands for him, so he did everything by guesswork. But his guesses were generally good. And he had Scar under so many drugs that she would be asleep for a while, even though she felt pain.

And in the dreamworld, Scar did feel pain. Agonising amounts of it in her whole body. And a demonic urge to kill and destroy, conflicting with her usual personality of a defender.

Unlike Scar's body, Andree's was left alone on the cold, hard floor of the cell. It didn't stir. It just lay there as her mind shared the dream with Scar.

In the Dreamland, Andree looked at Scar with concern in her eyes. She seemed in pain, clawing at her own flesh as if it were hurting her. "Scar? Scar, what's wrong?" The feeling of being unable to help Scarletta angered Andree as her eyes continued to gaze upon her blonde friend, full of concern. As Scar began to tell her the information that she wanted to hear, Andree's brown orbs followed Scar's gaze to the ventilation shaft on the ceiling. Perfect, let's get ourselves out of here. "Uh, Scar, not to sound insensitive, it's a nice story and all but I have no clue how that pertains to me. My Dad's name is not Ryan, for a start. We'll have to figure this all out after we get out of here." Andree told her in response, a bit confused by what she had told her. It just all seemed wrong to her. Like another life that had been forgotten. It sounded a bit familiar but at the same time, foreign. It just didn't all fit in her mind, she didn't understand why it sounded familiar to her. It shouldn't sound familiar to her at all, she shouldn't know this Ryan guy but it all sounded a bit familiar. Even Scar's name started to sound like she had heard it before they had met.

She shoved all these thoughts out of her mind right now and focused on getting out of the cold, dark cell. "Alright." She replied to Scar, stepping into her cupped hand and getting the push high enough to reach the vent. With her slightly above average strength, she pulled the vent cover off and tossed it to the ground. It came out easier than it should have but Andree ignored this and just focused on getting out. Now that the vent cover was removed, she pulled herself into the ventilation shaft. Once inside, she hung out of the open area where the vent had been and leaned down, extending her arms for Scar to grab onto. Once Scar was grabbing her hands, she used all her strength to pull her into the shaft with her. Her arms were sore by the time the two girls were both inside the vent, but she kept herself going with the thought of getting herself, Scar, and the baby out of her alright.

Nightkill stared at his shoes in disgust. "Revolting." he muttered. He wiped his shoes, glancing at Scar. "The baby will be free in a matter of mere hours." he said. "I personally have business elsewhere, but I'll be around and watching in my own way." The doctors and nurses knew this was certainly true. "I want the baby and mother treated with the absolute most care."

"What if she wakes?" a doctor protested. "We can't possibly hold her off."

"No, you can't, and even the robot guards can't. But I have a soldier who can." he smiled, and Andree walked in the room, her eyes blank. Her mind was in dreamworld while her body was controlled by Nightkill.

The doctor raised an eyebrow. "Pray tell, how did you make the girl your soldier?"

"Activated the cybernetics I placed in her body." he said.

"When did you do this?" the doctor asked in some surprise.

"Several years ago. A long story." Nightkill said vaguely. Exiting the room, he spoke again. "If either of those two, the baby or her mother, is harmed, I'll see you are harmed even more."

In the dream, Scar and Andree were left to their own devices. Perhaps Nightkill shouldn't have injected a drug which caused nightmares and recalled repressed memories. So the dreams would continue getting darker as Andree and Scar's nightmares merged.

Andree's eyes took in her new surroundings. The room was dark, with only a sliver of light showing them their surroundings. It gleaned against clean syringes and blades that Andree preferred not to imagine the uses of. The only sound that rang out to her immediately was the dripping noise going on. As she heard the sound, she looked around to see where Scarletta was at the moment. To her surprise, she saw her in the corner, knees tucked to her chest. Distressed and worried for her friend, she quickly made her way over to her. She hated seeing Scar like this already. This fragile state that children went into when scared. But what about the room was scaring her? It could be the room itself, which could be temporarily helped by Scar covering her eyes. The only other thing that she thought could be effecting her was the dripping sound. As she rushed over to Scar, she asked her the question. "Scar? Scar? What's wrong?" After asking, the lights flickered to life in the eerie room. She glanced over her shoulder to grab a view of what on earth was making that dripping sound and saw the pool of blood on the ground. Blood, gross. Was the thought that passed through her head the instant she saw it. While her eyes were focused on it, her arms reached over to try and help Scar however she could. Slowly, she lay Scar's head in her arms, her hands covering her ears but it seemed the dripping sound was still making it's way in. The first thing she was able to think of to disguise the dripping was to sing. The words to the first song that came to her mind flowed out of her mouth. "The other night dear
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
When I awoke, dear
I was mistaken
So I hung my head and I cried.

You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray
You'll never know dear
How much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
"

As she finished the song, she kept her hands covering Scar's ears and looked into where Scar's eyes would be behind her hands. Small tears formed around her eyes as she saw her friend reduced to this. A few of the tear drops dripped onto Scar's face as Andree tried to wipe them on her shoulder. "It's going to be okay, Scar. We just need to get out of here. Do you think you can do that? You don't have to say anything if you don't want to. Just nod for yes and shake for no." She told her, trying to get them out of the room without Scar having a larger breakdown.

Andree could feel Scar's breathing and heart rate slow down, signifying that the singing was helping. Scar still wasn't back to her normal self though as she rocked back and forth in Andree's arms, Andree beginning to move her arms in the same motion in time with Scar. Tears trickled down Andree's face and splashed against Scar's cheeks as she whimpered in her arms. Seeing as the song was soothing to Scar, Andree continued through the next few verses.

"So let the sun shine in
Face it with a grin
Smilers never loose
And Frowners never win
So let the sun shine in
Face it with a grin
Open up your heart and let the sun shine in

My mommy told me something
That little girls should know
It's all about the devil
And I've learned to hate him so
I know he'll be unhappy
â'Cause I'll never wear a frown
Maybe if we keep on smiling
He'll get tired of hangin' round."

As she finished the lullaby, she curled forward a little more to offer more protection from what was appearing to be Scar's worst nightmare. "Come on, Scar. You're stronger than this. You can beat whatever it is that is behind this, I know you can. I believe in you, Scar, you can do this." She told her as her arms rocked back and forth in time with Scar. Hearing Scar's pleas to protect her, she cooed back. "Him? Him who? Don't worry, Scar, I won't let anyone come near you. They try and they lose their head, alright?" The state she was in just hurt Andree, who was helpless to help her in the confines of her own mind. Her arms detected the trembling from Scar once more. "It's okay, Scar. Nothing's going to hurt you. Nothing will ever get near you, I'll make sure of that. Would you like me to sing again? The singing helped, didn't it?" Were the questions that she asked Scar, trying to figure out what she could do to help.

Her hand reached out and took Scar's and allowed Scarletta to pull her up to her feet. Eyes clouded by tears, Andree told Scar. "Scar, it's okay. I understand, you don't have to tell me anymore." As Scar continued her sad, sad tale, more tears dripped down Andree's cheeks and splashed against the cold floor. It was a horrific story, to say the least. "Oh God, Scar, I'm so sorry." She replied, her voice full of sorrow and pity. Though despite this, it made Scar even better in Andree's eyes, being able to take all that. Feeling Scar's fingers brush against her cheek made a ghost of a smile dance across her face. "Drugged? If you really did burn this place, and I believe you, I suppose that could be it. I don't see any other way, really. But, the real question is when, isn't it? We were both just sitting there, no time for them to drug us, really. I don't know, maybe there was, I was asleep part of the time in there anyways." She said, annoyed.

"It can't be worse for you than it is in here." Andree said before the two of them walked, hand in hand, through the door to leave the room. Her hand reached out to twist the door handle and push the door open. The two stepped into a bedroom, from the looks of it. It was simplistic, only a bed, a desk and a dresser seemed to be the only pieces of furniture. A TV was mounted on the wall. Walking around the room, Andree felt drawn to a wall of pictures, some of which, she recognized. At first they seemed like a distant memory, another life almost. But, after a few moments, the memories returned to her. Memories of her dad coming home for a few weeks before going back to work for a month. Walks at the park. Going to the movie theater. Trips to the museum. Vacations to Rome. Her mother. Her mother's death. Everything just started to return to her, causing an overload inside of her. She just couldn't keep up with everything and collapsed on the ground. Still awake, small tears trickled down her cheeks from her eyes as she remembered more and more.

Andree remained in tears as memories began to return. There was an island in there somewhere. Long walks on the beach. Hunting in the forest. Her mother's death. Everything, sad and happy, was flowing back to her, except for what made her forget all this and replaced her past. She offered no resistance to Scar when she picked her up and lay her on the bed, head in her lap. The tears dripped onto Scar's lap as she stroked her hair and told her some more about her real past. "I would have definitely loved too have seen you." She mumbled through tears. It wasn't that she was particularly sad or happy at the revelation, it was just so overwhelming to her. She had never been good with expressing her emotions anyways. "How did he die?"

"I...I didn't remember nay of this until now. Why?" Were the words that came from her mouth, not specifically asking Scar, doubting she would know why either, just putting the question out there. "Why wouldn't she want to see you?" All the questions were swimming around in her head, she just wanted answers. It was an overwhelming feel, learning that everything she thought she knew was wrong. But, during this, she was thankful to have Scar with her. At least with her there, she had someone to help her. "Scar....thank you. I'm glad to have you here with me." Tears continued to spill onto Scar's lap as she said these words.