Author's Note:

Hey everyone, welcome to the sequel to Stitches!

Remember the chipmunks and chipettes look like a combination between cartoon and CGI, of course you're welcome to view them however you want too :)

I will be taking four OCs for the story, they don't have to have anything wrong with them, and they will be apart of a team, first come first serve. Please PM me or put your OC in the reviews, their little bios must include their name or nickname if they have one, eye color, fur color, their mutations and what it does, and how it affects them either physically or mentally, also include clothing and physical defects like scars or markings.

Please remember that the story isn't going to focus on OCs, they are here to help move the story along.

Thanks and enjoy!

The world is gone, and she can feel herself peacefully floating upon a calm ocean, the caress of something whispering against her body like a forgotten memory.

There's no voices, no headaches, no worries of turning the closest person into a mindless zombie.

She's free, at peace.

But for some reason, she isn't happy.

Brittany frowns slightly, the motion itself feeling sluggish and heavy, as if her face were covered in cool tar, she tries to move her arms, to swim up to the surface of the black ocean. But those simple movements take every once of concentration and even then her fingers are the only things that move, twitching against something soft and solid beneath her.

A bed.

The sudden realization slams home as she curls her digits into the fabric of a thin blanket, the texture so familiar that her hands strain to feel more, slowly but surely she feels her right arm inch out until her fingertips slip over the edge of the bed and her other arm twitches painfully.

Her muscles struggle to wake as pins and needles spreads coldly throughout her body, the static feeling making her limbs tremble as she slowly peels open her eyelids, it feels like when you place a piece of tape upon your skin and slowly pull it off.

The light is both a relief and a pain, her irises shrink down to pinpoints of black amongst a sea of azure blue, she inhales sharply as her gaze blurs with hot tears and her lungs ache from the overly clean air that fills her lungs.

Brittany lifts a trembling paw to touch a oxygen mask that covers her nose and mouth, a soft tug at her inner arm alerting her to the fact that there are needles there, taped down to prevent them from being tugged free.

The chipette's wide gaze sweeps the room as her mind fumbles to remember what happened...had she died?

Her breath catches in her throat as her wandering eyes land on him, it's almost like she's staring at a stranger...how long has she been like this?

Alvin's forehead is pinched with worry even in his sleep, the stitches that used to decorate his face now gone, replaced with splashes of scars in various shades and sizes, most of them shiny and pink like a new fabric. He's dressed in a large red hoody, it's hood pulled up a little to hide his neck as he huddles in the chair, dark sweat pants don his legs and his feet are bare, hanging off the edge of the recliner.

Brittany stares at him for a moment, drinking in his slightly alerted appearance, was he free? He doesn't have stitches anymore...

The door to the room swings open and with it a rush of warm air fills the sterile room, she panics for a moment and quickly closes her eyes as footsteps make their way to her bed, she can hear Alvin mumble something from his spot before he shifts to get more comfortable.

The stranger's hand rests around her arm and she springs into action, ripping the mask off as her eyes snap open and she sends a well aimed punch into the person's abdomen, his breath sent straight out of his mouth in a surprised gasp.

Brittany reaches down to rip the needles from her arms but a pair of strong familiar arms wrap around her tightly, she could've still gone through with removing the needles but she had gone limp as her body is finally flushed with warmth.

"Geez Britt, you scared the hell out of me," She lifts her arms up to hug the munk back, the sting of tears filling her throat as a cough comes from the floor.

"I-I see how it is...brother gets punched and left to suffer," Alvin slowly releases her and she fists a paw into his hoody as his gaze meets hers, a small smirk playing on his lips before he turns to aid the munk on the floor.

"You scared her Si," The bespectacled munk scowls at Alvin, his dark chocolate fur trimmed neat and short is tussled from his fall, dark blue eyes the color of new blue jeans drift over to Brittany.

"I can tell...I'm sorry I scared you Brittany, I guess I should've have checked your brainwave patterns to see if you woke up. I know that the place you two were currently in was dangerous," Simon adjusts his dark rimmed glasses and looks to his brother, "Can you fill her in? I'll let Theodore know she's awake, he'll probably be up shortly with lunch," With that the munk exits, leaving Brittany with a guilty gnawing at her stomach.

"...I didn't know he was your brother," Her voice sounds weak, dry, to her ears and she flinches, accepting a cool glass of water from the russet furred munk.

"It's fine, he needs a good punch to the gut every now and then...you really did have me scared there for awhile, how you feeling?" Alvin carefully sits on the edge of her bed, his intense golden eyes never leaving her face and she quietly wonders how long she was out for, and if she had bedhead.

"I'm fine...confused, how long was I...sleeping for?"

Alvin's face scrunches up, his ears flicking backwards briefly before he responds, voice neutral, "An entire year Britt,"

"You've been in a coma for a year,"