Ok, there are no NickxEllis stories. I had to make this one. It sounds like my first one but now it's different! What a twist! Anyway this is for anyone who loves NickxEllis and wanted more stories. You got it not read it! Yayz! Hope you all like it took me forever, stupid Facebook kept deleting it somehow long story short, 2 hours of writing, gone in 15 seconds. 'Nuff said. And it happened TWICE! DX so pissed. Anyway enjoy and *hint hint* second chapter will be up soon XD! Love all of you, bye! Also review if you loved it or liked it. Ok 'nuff talk, READ! :D I sound like a teacher. Sorry, XD

"Come on, y'all! Get to the helicopter!" the oldest man said as he shot from his AK-47.

"Look, Coach, it ain't a chocolate helicopter like I said. Sorry for the mix up!" the conman said with that cold stone grin he's had since the rest of the others met him. He liked kidding with Coach a lot and he had an opening for that one.

"Aww hell, Nick. Just get in here! Ro' tell this 'copter to get going! I want some real food, dammit." Coach replied with a low laugh at the end. They were finally getting rescued.

Nick went to the back. It was all alright now and it was over. They've been through hell. All four of them. He looked around to see Coach and Rochelle. That's three. Where's the fourth?

"Hey guys! I needa bit of help 'ere!" the fourth one said as he ran as fast as he could. He was caught up in a mini-horde but he was fine. He ran and ran. To the helicopter door he stood in front trying to catch his breath. He took two steps to the platform, then fell. He was kneeling on the ground groaning in pain. Like if he just got shot by a mile away. He coughed up more blood on to the steel platform. Why was this happening?

"Ellis!" a concern voice said as he ran to him and tried to help him up. The young boy's eyes were bleeding as much as his nose and mouth. It was painful to see that on the mechanic's toned face. The scars from early days were shown and covered in new blood that was dripping easily from his cheeks to the conman's white suit. Everyone was scared. Why was he bleeding, did he get jumped on or something? He was invincible, right?

They got out fast. Nick helped Ellis on board as the helicopter platform shut quickly before flying to somewhere finally safe. Hopefully.

Ellis stopped bleeding from his nose, eyes, and mouth. It didn't feel right. How could a human being bleed like that in just a minute and be better the next. It didn't feel right to Nick. He was worried the most. That was his weakness.

He liked the boy, honestly he did. He cared about that boy like if it was him. That's his weakness. He couldn't love or be with anyone. That's how it is in a gambling world, get with someone and you lose them in a heartbeat. He didn't want that to happen again. Just like with his ex-wife. He didn't want to make another person he loved cry. It wasn't like him at all. He doesn't cry and he hates it when he makes the person he loves the most cry. He hated that feeling that it was all his fault for everything. If he went with Ellis he could lose him so quick it would be faster then the speed of light. He could lose him right now. He could get killed at any moment of his life and he'll be taken away from Nick. He didn't want to think of it like that, like if someone could just cut the cord off of the young mechanic. It wasn't right. He had to look over Ellis no matter what his weakness was, he had to. He felt it was the right thing to do.

Ellis was resting the whole entire flight. He turned to flashing reds to dead white. It looked like if he was going to die. They didn't like the looks of it at all. Rochelle looked after Ellis, keeping his fever down so they won't take him away or even kill him. Coach just prayed hard for Ellis, he wanted the boy to grow a bit more older then he was because to Coach he just began life. He couldn't end it here because of a stupid flu.

Then, Nick just pondered out of the helicopter window. Wanting and wishing for Ellis to get right back up and tell another Keith story. He's stupid stories echoed inside the conman's head. "Did I ever tell you guys about the time me and Keith went down to-" "I ever tell you the time Keith got this one guy to-" "Y'know that reminds me of this one time my bud Keith tried to jump a-" Stop. The stories ended in a sudden stop in Nick's head. The sound of the drone helicopter started to fade.

They finally made it. They were safe. Only three of them that is.

"Ellis, sweetie, wake up." Rochelle said shaking the boy a bit before brushing his dark brown hair. Her fingers ran through his hair making his hat fall. The wind from the slowly opening door blew the mechanic's hat towards the gamblers feet. Nick picked up the hat and walked slowly to the waking boy. A loud roar of a short yawn filled the air. He was finally awake from his long slumber.

"I reckon I was sleepin' for about 3 days!" Ellis said as he bent his back backwards to make it crack. His well toned, almost, perfect abs showed through his shirt. He hasn't worked out or anything, he was just trying to survive. By then he realized his hat was gone as he scruff the gore off his head. He looked around the helicopter for his hat, Keith gave him that for his 14th birthday. He ran around clueless like a dog chasing his tail. He stopped and looked down, trying to think what happen to it.

"I think this might be yours, Sleepin' Beauty."

Ellis looked up to see his hat. Nick holding it right in front of him to take. He gave off a sweet warm smile and took his hat from the conman's hand. "Much obliged." he thanked Nick. He put his hat back on in its rightful place. His warm smile bloomed another three. They were all happy to be alive and could finally be able to live a new life. A chance to live without this infection going around.

"I guess we must be on our way." Coach said as he took the first steps off the platform of the helicopter. The sun beamed towards the survivors, hitting them with its glow. The sun was setting peacefully over the white buildings. It was the camp which they were going to live in. It was full of buildings and tents in the fences. In front of the entrance were 4 guards in military uniform and they were armed with the same guns the team used in the streets of New Orleans. A young woman came out of the entrance and walking towards the group.

She wore a doctors lab coat on top of her white shirt with and black skirt. Her red hair, curled, but straighten hair was loose and flowed like a river of blood. Her black heels clicked and echoed from miles away. She was holding a clipboard with a couple of papers on it. Her toned pale skin looked like shes done nothing but stay inside. Her heels finally stop clicking as she stood in front of the four. Her face was serious while looking at the survivors. In a few moments when she was done inspecting the four her look turned into a friendly smile.

"My name is Dr. Hale. You can call me Judy, if you want. I'm your therapist and guide through the CEDA camp. I'm glad to know that there are more survivors and we welcome you to the CEDA camp site," she said as she started handing out papers to the team. They took them in confused expressions. What in the world have they got there selves into. They killed over 9,000 infected in only 2 or 4 days and now they have to sign papers?

"Oh fuck this" Nick whispered but no one heard. He hated signing paper and this therapist. Therapy wasn't on his to-do list anytime soon. Or ever in the future. He wasn't the kind of person to express feelings or secrets.

"I need all of you to fill out this papers so we know a bit about you." the doctor finished to the group. She stood there smiling before walking back to the camp. She cocked her head to the side but still walked. "Also, when you're done come inside and hand it in."

They all sat down with a pen in their hand writing away. Filling in answers, checking off boxes, and other things like that. They all hated it, after what they did they didn't deserve to fill in some stupid questions on a piece of paper. It was dead silent and the only thing that was making a sound were the pens tapping and rolling on the papers.

"Ro', what does occi...occuyo...this word mean?" Ellis said with a bashful smile. He didn't like not knowing what some words meant or said. He wasn't raised as a college student and barely made it through high school.

"Occupation. It means your job, honey." she replied with a mother's tone. She gave him a nod and started filling in her sheet.

It started to get quiet again. It made Nick think again. He was a thinker, that's what a gambler is most of a time. He had to think of his moves, what to do, and when to fold. He didn't like doing this kind of thing. Filling in papers wasn't a part of his game. But, just to get into a safe place and out of this infection, shit, he'll write you a 6 page essay about his life. He was worrying about Ellis again. He hated caring for people like that, the last time that happen he lost his wife and everything. Didn't want anything like that again. So, he tried not worrying about him. Even after all that blood and everything that got on his suit. He didn't mind the blood on his suit anymore, it was ruined and he couldn't do anything about it.

They were finally done with the papers they had to fill. They all stood up and gave each other a nod to go into the camp. They walked there instead of ran, they wanted to have their finale moments as a team before they became just roommates. As they walked up to the door Ellis stopped in his tracks.

"Guys. If we split up or anythin' I just wanna let y'all know somethin'. That no matter what you guys are awesome! I love everyone of yous. It's been an honor knowin' y'all." he said trying not to cry. He hold his tears and put on a smile. He didn't want to let go of any of them, they were all he had left in this world. No Keith, no mom or any of his friends. Just those three people who saved his life before. He then opened up his arms, "Group hug?". No one moved.

"Boy, that was very touching what you said about us now lets not get TOO touchy." Coach said with a laugh. Ellis put down his arms and shrugged. "Okay..."

They walked inside to the camp. Through a pair of doors they were inside of a lobby. The front desk had one man sitting behind it. Next to him were two doors, each guarded by a solider. They all stood by the door. One by one they gave in their papers. Each time the man would direct them to a door. He didn't say what was going to happen but he said to go there and that was that.

"Rochelle Freemen, the one on the left."

"Jonathan Grey, the one on the right."

"Nick Wales, the one on the right."

"Ellis Sanders, the one on the right."

They did as they were told and went to there doors. Rochelle looked at the boys and gave a warm smile then a small wave. This might be the last time they would see her. They all went through the doors. Ready for what was ahead.

The three boys stepped inside the door and were greeted by 3 men in yellow-hazard suits. One for each of the men to have them searched for any diseases or infections. Nick was up first. Then Ellis and last was Coach. They were cleaned first. They did not like that at all. They were sure to check with the therapist about that. Then they took some tests: DNA, blood, and they even had to pee in those little Dixie cups. Each of them handed them there samples and got there clothing back. Even the clothing were nice and blood-free. Nick had an orgasmic look on his face when he wore his brand new suit. He loved his suit more then anything in the world. Almost, everything in the world.

They all stepped outside to see Rochelle in the other end sitting and crying. Her eyes were big and filled with tears. She was terrified about what happen to her in the cleaning process. She was more emotional scarred then any of the other boys.

At least it was all over.

After settling Rochelle, they had to stay in the waiting room to see if they were in good heath to go in. The silence drove everyone insane. They wanted to say something but they couldn't because they didn't know what to say. All they could do was worry. About Ellis. What is they found out about him bleeding from his face. It would break Ellis' heart if he knew what happened. They all assumed that he forgot or blacked out. They hoped so.

"Did I ever tell you guys about the time that me and Keith got lost in the woods? I mean, it ain't my fault but I ain't implying that it's his but we were lost and it was at night, right, so the only thing that we could do was wait 'til the mornin'. Holy shit, it was the most terrifying thin' in the world! Man, it was crazy we had nothin' to eat or drink, shit I was itchin' for a grit!"

No one wanted to stop Ellis. It broke the silence. Finally someone said something to start something. Nick was the only one that smiled for a change. Coach looked at Nick with a confused look on his face.

"Nick, why didn't you stop the boy? And why the hell are you smiling?" Coach said.

"Why can't I smile? Is there something wrong, Coach? I just got me thinking about this one time I got lost in New York City which is a huge place with tall buildings, Ellis. So, I was on my to the subway and I fell asleep on the ride home. I woke up a few hours later and it was 3 in the morning. So, I got out off Broadway and I had no idea how to get back to my hotel so I just slept in the subway station 'til it started up again." Nick told the other three. By the time he was finished with his story, the group was surprised. They were more scared then surprised. Nick telling a story? This was crazy! He must of gotten insane during the cleaning.

Rochelle got up and put her hand on Nick's forehead. "Are you sick? Do you feel okay?" she started asking as she tried to look for any bumps on his head.

"I'm fine you guys, don't worry. It was only story. It was getting boring as hell waiting for some stupid test results." Nick said as he smirked.

"Nick, that was a purty good story there! I didn't know you were in New Yook City!" Ellis said as he looked like a 5 year old kid talking like that.

"New York City, Overalls. I bet you'll go there one day, kid." Nick replied with yet a grin. He forgot about the infection. What if the place was already taken over by the infected. No where was safe anymore, only this place.

The yellow hazard suit men were back. They quickly grabbed Ellis' arms and started to drag him back to the doors he came from.

"WHAT IN THE HELL! WHAT ARE Y'ALL DOIN' 'TA ME!" he screamed trying to fight back. Nick quickly got up and almost punched the guy carrying the helpless mechanic away. Before he could, a guy from behind him injected him with something, which lead the conman to pass out. The rest of the hazard men did the same to Coach and Rochelle. "NICK! COACH! RO'! WHAT Y'ALL THINK YOUR DOIN' MESSIN' WITH THEM AND ME!" Ellis said as he saw in horror what the hazard men have done to his friends. He started to cry a bit because he was confused and just saw the only things he has left get injected with some mysterious substance. It could be poison or something.

They finally got Ellis strapped to a chair. His eyes started to tear up again. He was terrified to what he thought they were going to do to him. Kill him, torture him, or make him one of them. He tried pulling his arms or legs away, but it was too late. They strapped him down to the chair good. He couldn't move for his life.

"Mr. Sanders, we have to keep you here for a few more tests. You came out positive in some of our tests. We want to tell you and run a few more tests on you. You won't be seeing those other 3 people for a while."

"How long is this 'a while'."

"Around 4 days to 5 weeks."

"What! This is an outrage! Can I at least see them but, like how they do in jail. Wher' one guy is on the other side of the other guy but they're between this glass wall or whatever. Can that happen?"

"If possible, we must test you as soon as possible. Please, Mr. Sanders, tell us what happen before you got on to the helicopter."

Where am I?

Don't worry, Nick, I'm here with ya.

Ellis? Is that you?

Ya, I kinda got carried away, you gotta wait for me, Nick! Promise y'all wait for me!

"I promise!"

Nick woke up in a bed. The room was pure white with just a window of the outside. Everything in the room was pure white, it went with his suit. He started walking around the room, trying to forget about his dream. Then he was reminded about Ellis.

Shit, where the hell is he. Those bastards took him away. They're ganna find out about what happen before we got here. They're going to kill, Ellis. Tears started to make their way in his eye. He sniffed his nose and rubbed his eye. No way he's going to cry.

"Lunch will be served in the dinning hall in 5 minutes. The doors will unlock in 10 seconds. Please stand by." the loud speaker said. It nearly made Nick jump out of his skin.

He walked towards the opened door to find more people in narrow hallway. It looked like an apartment with a party in every room. Nick managed to find a way to get into the crowd. He followed the groups of people to the dinning hall. He saw a sea of tables and food waiting there. He had a huge smile on his face for a split second of the thought of real food, until he was reminded to look for Coach and Rochelle.

He made his way to get some food first then to find the group. He got some french fries and a sandwich, to drink was just a bottle of water. He wondered around the tables looking for Rochelle and Coach. They had to be here somewhere. Of course, Coach would run here as fast as he could. He still wondered the tables searching for his friends. Until he heard something.

"I swear to God, you eat like a pig, Coach! Chew, don't just eat it in one bite!" the voice calm like a mother. Rochelle.

He made a B-line towards the sound of the statement and finally found what he was looking for. He sat down next to them, "Hey, guys."

Coach and Rochelle stunned at the voice of the conman. They turned to his direction and both had a huge smile on their faces. "Glad they didn't take you away, Nick." the old man said as he took a bite from his chicken leg. "Yeah, where's Ellis we hoped he was with you or something by now." the reporter asked before slapping Coach's arm to stop eating.

Nick's face turned cold. Ellis. Where was he? "Have no idea where the kid is. He got taken away from the hazard people, remember?" Nick said trying not to remember the image of the mechanic's face - confused and scared. He felt a bit weak after thinking about it, he didn't want his sandwich and tossed it to Coach's plate.

"That's right he was taken in by those guys. I guess we have to wait 'til they're done." Rochelle said with a sigh as she thought of poor Ellis. They might drive him insane with all the tests.

"Mr. Sanders, we're going to use a gas that will trigger your brain cells to help you remember what happen."

Ellis was scared for a second. Gas that will trigger brain cells? Didn't Keith had that done to him or something? It was a mystery. He but on his brave face and nodded quickly.

The hazard man left the room and pushed some buttons from where Ellis was sitting. They closed the door to the pale white room. It started to go red with the alarm going off. The gas entered the room unnoticed as Ellis tried to stay calm. He inhaled the air which was combined with the gas they put in. Ellis' eyes began to widen. He started to see what happen before he was in the helicopter.

The hazard man came back in the room and sat down in a chair. "Now Ellis, tell me what you see."

Come on y'all! Get to the helicopter!

Look, Coach, it ain't a chocolate helicopter like I said. Sorry for the mix up!

"I was hold up in a horde. I ran fast then one of those infected bite my leg I think."

Aww hell, Nick. Just get in here! Ro' tell this 'copter to get going! I want some real food, dammit.

"I told them I needed a bit of a help situation."

Hey guys! I needa bit of help 'ere!

"I stood in front of the door. I fell to the ground coughing up some blood."

Ellis!

"I think I passed out there. Well, anyway I think I was bleedin' a lot cause I saw some get on Nick's suit. Also I was, like, blinded for a minute before I passed out. I tried to say somethin'! But all that came out was more blood. Scared the 'ell out of me."

The hazard man wrote on a clipboard that was given between the story. He wrote for a good 35 seconds and clicked his pen to be done. He looked up with serious eyes that you could barely see because of plastic on the mask.

"Mr. Sanders, we need you for another 5 days."

Nick was in his room, alone. He didn't like being alone anymore. He was use to the fact that there were people next to him or cover him. He missed being a team and started to hate being alone. He was alone in the cold world now. Ellis was taken away, Coach is always sleeping in his room, and Rochelle is no where to be found sometimes. He couldn't deal with it anymore, he wanted to talk to someone at least. He couldn't just be alone all his life again, not with Ellis in danger or captured. He didn't know what to do. Then he did.

He walked out of his room and ran out the building where he was kept. He ran around the corners of other buildings. He ran and stopped to catch his breathe in front of a solider. He looked up at him, panting, and started to talk. "Where's Dr. H-Hale's office?". The solider pointed to the tallest building without a word. He slowly made his arm fall to his side.

Nick ran all the way to the building where he was sent. He started to think again. About Ellis and about if he was in there or they know where he is. He might be in a room or some place. Without noticing he bumped into a guy, making both of them fall. He man laughed a bit and picked up his hat that fell off his head. That looks like...

"I reckon you must be in a hurry there, fella! Sorry I bumped into you, didn't see where I was goin'." the man said as he tucked his hat back in his dirty blond hair. He's green button-down shirt had gotten a scratch, it showed off the tone muscles he had. He looked like he worked out, but that wasn't the point.

"It's okay, man. Now I know that I'm the only one in his camp again. Sorry, though. What's your name?" Nick said with a smirk but he had to hurry for some reason. His thoughts pumped with the stories of Ellis.

"Name's Keith, I gotta go I was headin' to fix some army jeeps! See you around, man!" the dirty blond said before running off.

Holy. Fuck. That was just...KEITH. THE KEITH. Shit, shit, shit. Wait, 'til Ellis hears about this.

He started running to the building again. Now, he didn't believe in signs or things trying to tell him something but, when he ran into Keith, stories started to play in his head, and he was thinking about Ellis non-stop. Something was tell Nick that something's going to happen to Ellis.

A doctor got into Ellis' room, where they kept him. The same clipboard in his hand from the hazard man. He sat down next to the mechanic's bed.

"Mr. Sanders we have your test results in. We must tell you at once."

Ellis sat up on his hospital bed. It looked like he was going to die. His hat, still on his head, he rubbed it for good luck. He managed to slip some words from his dry mouth. "What is it, doc? Just tell me, I wanna get the hell outta here."

The doctor sighed and looked down. It didn't look like good news at all.

"We found signs of a virus in your body, trying to get into your system. Good news is you won't die. Bad news is not yet. Has almost taken over half of your body. You have 2 days left."

The tears started to make its way into Ellis' sky blue eyes. He coughed to clear his throat. "So, can ya fix it? I mean its just a virus right? Ain't nothin' ganna keep me down, no sir! And what do you mean 2 days left? I got a whole life ahead of me right!" he said before coughing again. He wanted to hear the words "just kidding" from the doctors mouth.

"I'm sorry, Ellis. This is no virus. It's THE virus."

"You mean I'm..."

"Yes, I'm afraid so. You have 2 days left and you know what I mean when I say that. Don't try to make yourself better."

The tears started to roll down his toned cheeks. It hurt really bad to not hear the words he wanted to. He had the virus. He was at a dead end and couldn't go back. Not to Savannah, not even in the streets of New Orleans or the Swamps. He can't go back to the Midnight Riders concert, Jimmy Gibb Jr's car, the mall, or even the burning building. He can't go back and change anything. It was killing him to know that he only had 2 days. To live. He had to spend it with Nick.

Nick rushed into the building to the front desk, he landed, breathing heavily. The girl behind the desk looked at him weird, wanting to call for help, but he started talking. "Where is Dr. Hale's office?" he said with a nothing hard exhale.

"14th floor, room number 64."

Nick gave a thankful nod and didn't bother taking the stairs, he'll feel like Coach. He made his way to the elevator and got in. Brought back some memories when he pressed the 14th floor button.

Name's Ellis but you could call me El. I prefer Ellis 'cause El sounds like a girl name.

The name's Nick, don't try to remember it I'll be out of here in a few.

The elevator was faster then other he's ever been on. Must of been lost in thought to realize he was there. He walked out and was standing in front of Room 1. He walked fast down the hall to the 64th door. In black bold letters it said "Dr. Judy Hale's Office. Therapist and Guide". He knocked on the door a couple of times. It opened with the therapist in the same outfit she wore the first time he met her.

"What are you doing here?" she said puzzled. He didn't look like the type to randomly knock on a therapist's door. She knew something was wrong. She saw the expression on his face like he's been running for 3 days straight. He looked down trying to say something but couldn't. She knew what he was trying to say and told him to come in.

He didn't like the fact he was doing this, but he had nothing to do and only had the mood to talk. He walked into the room full of books and a desk with the whole camp in sight. Everything was in full view. No wonder she was the guide. The door clicked making it locked. She went to the chair next to her desk and sat down with a notebook in hand. Nick managed to make his way to the long sofa-like chair and sat down. He was tense, he didn't like this feeling. The feeling like you're going to be interrogated and get put to jail. He did it once, he doesn't want to do it again. He looked down at his sleeve where Ellis landed before he got to the helicopter. The blood stain was still there but fading. He started to think about the kid again. More importantly what was he going to say to Dr. Hales.

"So, Nick, what's on your mind."

Therapy was in session.

*~ End of the First Chapter ~*

It's getting good ain't it? Next chapter will be up soon don't you worry! This will do for now and gotta admit the awesome hanging ending. Oooh Nick in therapy what will this lead, too. No not that the other thing...NO NOT THAT EITHER. Sick minded people :3 just kidding. Much love guys!