AN: It lives! It's on oxygen and life support, but it lives!


"You okay, little guy?" I asked the boy who'd just slammed into me.

He frowned up at me from where he was half-sprawled on the floor, but surprised me by not making some remark about how he was older than me or the fact that I wasn't exactly average height, either. Instead, he jumped up and tried to run by me, but I caught his arm.

"Matt, you okay?" I asked, not sure whether to be amused or concerned.

"Fine," he said way too quickly. "Please let go."

I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Seriously, what's up?"

"Nothing!" he insisted, tugging on his arm.

"Matheus," I said firmly, tightening my grip.

"Ow! Miki!" he complained.

"Yes?" I asked as innocently as possible.

"Fine, I'll tell you!" he gave in. "Just let go!"

I complied. He was still pulling against me enough that he stumbled backwards, but not quite enough that he fell.

"Alright, what's up?" I asked almost accusingly.

He groaned. "Follow me." He walked around me and back down the hall. I had absolutely no idea where he was taking me.

"Where are we going?" I asked after a minute.

He sighed. "You'll see."

I raised an eyebrow, taken aback by his seriousness. Wow, I thought as we turned a corner. This must really be something.

"What are you doing down here, anyway?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I got bored."

He shot me an amused look over his shoulder before stopping in front of an unmarked white door, sighing, opening it, and gesturing for me to go in.

Should I be scared? I wondered, hesitating before remembering that I was over a foot taller than him and probably a good amount heavier. I stepped in and looked around.

"The control room," I said, surprised. "Are you serious?"

He smiled a bit. "It's a long story. Are you sure you wanna see this?"

I nodded, expecting what popped up to be a dance routine he'd done that he'd actually managed to realize was ridiculous. Or something similar, at least.

But definitely not this.

"Whoa," I said, eyes wide. "This is, um… something."

"Should I stop it?" he asked.

I nodded, not turning to look at him until he did. He looked extremely uncomfortable, which was definitely understandable, given the circumstances, but was definitely weird for him.

"How did you find that?" I asked, pointing at the screen as he reset it.

"Um, Sam and I were gonna prank Ryan," he explained, running his hand through his hair. "And Robert and Zach and… Well, everyone, really. And it kinda depended on hacking into the cameras. But since all the attention's gonna be on him this week–"

"I get the idea," I cut in, holding up a hand to stop him. I was internally debating stealing a vial of Cam's holy water to wash my eyes, but that would require running into him in some fashion.

And I would never be able to look at him or Damian the same way again.

"Well, now I'm trying to go tell him…" He looked at me meaningfully.

"Oh, don't worry about it," I said, shrugging. "I'll do it." I turned and walked out the door.

"Wait, that's not what I–" he started, then groaned. "Oh, God, what have I gotten myself into?"

I smirked to myself. Well, before I do that… I thought, picking up the pace a bit, where's Ellis?

AN: Does McKynleigh seem OOC? Matheus is supposed to be, but I was trying to make her IC, if slightly exaggerated...

I'm way behind where I should be with this (obviously), so expect another chapter up fairly soon.