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It's kinda short, but I wanted to get it sent before I left for tour; so
here ya go!	

				Part 3

	"They know we're holding her then.  Do they know where?"
	
	The dark haired woman shook her head, "Only that it's a secret
passageway in the building."
	
	The man before her frowned, "Make sure that she and the X-Man have no
more telepathic contact with their friends."
	
	"As you wish, sir."

	"I should hope so, Tessa; your life depends on it."

	Undaunted by his threat, she turned to go.

	He watched her leave.  A cold smile spread across his face. 

	When Bobby awoke, it was completely dark.  The lamp had been turned
off.  He cold feel Emma's deep breathing as she continued to sleep next
to him.  He got up slowly, not wanting to wake her just yet.  He
searched the room as best he could in the dark.  He noticed a small tray
near the door of their cell with bread, meat, cheese and  an opened
bottle of wine on it.  *At least they plan on feeding us.*  He picked up
the tray and sat down on the floor next to Emma's still sleeping form. 
*I should let her rest.  But she has to eat, and I need to make sure I
can wake her up, and that she doesn't have a concussion*  He shook her
gently.  "Emma, wake up."

	She rolled over to face him, opening her eyes slowly.  "What is it?"
she mumbled groggily.

	"You have to eat.  Gotta keep up your strength," he responded. He took
four slices of bread and began to make sandwiches for both of them. 
When he was finished, he handed one to Emma, then poured wine into the
two plastic glasses on the tray.  The two of them ate and drank in
silence.  

	When they were finished, Emma was the first to speak, "I wonder why
they decided to feed us so well?"  

	Bobby shook his head, "I don't know, but I'm not going to complain."

	"Mmmm...I suppose," Emma poured herself another glass of wine.  "But it
seems odd that they'd take us prisoner, then feed us like guests."

	Bobby poured himself another glass as well, "Yeah, I guess it does." 
He looked at her.  She seemed so different to him.  Not her usual
independent, defiant self.  She seemed more like a frightened child.  He
couldn't decide which way he liked her better.    

	"What?", she asked him suddenly.  He hadn't realized he'd been staring
at her.  "Nothing," he replied quickly.

	"Are you sure?" she looks at him quizzically.  "I'm positive.", he
answered.

	"How sweet...it makes my teeth rot!" Tessa spat from the other side of
the room.  Both Bobby and Emma turned toward her, surprised.  "You two
comfy?  Not that I care, just thought I'd ask.  Sorry about the
accommodations, but we couldn't have Shinobi stumbling upon the two of
you."

	"Who's responsible for this!?" Bobby yelled at the raven haired woman
before them, standing and approaching her as far as he could.  She
smiled maliciously at him, "You'll find out soon enough."  And with
that, she ascended the stairs and was gone.  He turned and slammed his
fist into the wall.  Blood oozed between his fingers.  He grabbed it in
his other hand, holding back thecry of pain that threatened to escape
his lips.  He sat down on the floor, holding his hand tightly to his
chest.  He didn't hear Emma approach him.  She knelt next to him,
reaching for his hand.  He clutched it more tightly.

	"How can I help you if you won't let me look at it?" he looked at her
defiantly.  "I trusted you, now it's your turn."

	He stared at her for a few more seconds before offering her his
bleeding hand.  She carefully inspected it.  "Not broken, you're lucky. 
Most people who punch solid stone walls shatter every bone in their
hand.  It's a pretty deep wound though.  We're gonna have to get it to
stop bleeding somehow."  She unexpectedly reached out and grabbed his
shirt, untucking it from his pants.  He looked at her quizically.  She
tore the bottom three inches off all the way around, and once more took
his hand.  She wrapped the makeshift bandage gently around his injured
appendage.  He grimaced as she tied the wrap to keep it in place. 
"Sorry." she said.

	"Thank you," Bobby murmured.  

	She smiled slightly, "You're welcome.  Just don't go hitting anything
else, you won't have much of a shirt left if you do," she teased.  

	"And that would be a bad thing, right?" he asked playfully.

	"Yeah...at least for me.  I guess it wouldn't matter to you since there
isn't a mirror in here," she retorted almost wickedly.

	"That was hitting a little below the belt," he said dryly.

	"Believe me, Drake, if I were to hit you below the belt, you wouldn't
walk for a week.  Not to mention..." he cut her off.  

	"I think I get the point.  Would you like to insult my mother now?"

	Emma glowered at him, her breathing tranquil and controlled.  He simply
met her gaze with a challenging look.  "I will *not* stoop to your
level, Drake"

	"Are we back to a last name basis...Frost?" he asked bitterly.


	"Yes," she replied frigidly.  She turned away from him and stalked the
other way.

	He felt bad for making her angry, but she had started it.  Or had she? 
*You dolt!  She was joking, and you had to go and make it into a big
fight!*  He looked at Emma, now standing against the bars, looking out. 
He sighed loudly.  *I owe her an apology, but she'd probably knock me
across the room!  I would.*  He nears her cautiously.  "Emma?  I..."

	She whirled on him, anger and annoyance flooding her pale face.  Bobby
drew back a few steps.  Tear stains streaked her face.  "Don't you dare
try to make amends for being an arrogant, egotistical, narrow minded son
of a bitch!!  I can't believe I..." she stopped suddenly, looking down.  

	"You what?" he inquired curiously.  
	
	"Nothing.  Apology accepted." she said stiffly.

	"What apology?" he asked.

	"If you weren't going to apologize, what did you want?" she insisted.

	"I was going to ask you what was wrong." he lied.

	"I'm fine." she spat.

	"Then why were you crying?"

	She quickly wiped the tears from her face.  "I'm cold and dirty and I'm
stuck here with you!" she hollered before she could stop herself.  He
cocked an eyebrow at her.  "If you say so."

	"I say so." she snapped.

	They glared at eachother for a moment before Bobby went back to the
other side of the enclosure and sat down, leaving Emma to stare at the
stairs...and wish she had told him the truth.

-- 

   ~~Happiness is...waking up on Monday morning and finding the
entire             school staff on the back of the milk carton!~~
                                    
                                 ~Montage~