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Diana slowly blinked her eyes open, her body aching from the sharp, rocky ground. A bright light shined in her eyes and she automatically closed them, her arms going to curl around the baby. What she found, though, that made her jolt straight up, was empty air. The spot her baby had been laying was empty, and her heart surged with fear. Where was he? He couldn't have crawled off, he didn't know how yet, and he couldn't just learn overnight. Just then something hit her; Drake. Diana whipped around to the entrance of the cave and stood, about to charge over and demand answers, when an amazing sight stopped her in her tracks.

The previous psycho path sat cross legged in the entrance, his head bent slightly as sunlight set the fringes of his blonde hair a fire. His face was soft and peaceful, looking more different and handsome than she'd ever seen it. In his arms and taking all of his attention, was his baby, their baby, his blonde hair sparkling just like his father's and his mother's brown eyes shining up at him as he grinned giddily.

Diana approached slowly, mesmerized. She noticed that Drake held him in one arm, his human arm, while his whip arm lay wrapped and casually swerving around his waist. Other than that, it was a perfect picture, one that for some reason almost brought tears to her eyes. She took a few steps forward and Drake turned slightly to look at her. Her breath caught as again those human eyes looked at her. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"What're you staring at?" Diana rolled her eyes and smirked; ignoring the relief she felt that Drake wasn't a completely different person. She shrugged and went to sit next to him, close enough that their knees were brushing and that she could stroke her son's hair.

"Just a psychopath who doesn't seem quite so psychotic," she teased, before immediately regretting it. What was she thinking? For once he wasn't trying to kill her-why couldn't she just keep her mouth shut for once? But surprisingly, instead of killing her, Drake simply gave her a short glare. It was silent for a while as Drake went back to looking at the Kid and Diana gazed out into the desert, which sat calmly, as if waiting in anticipation for something. After a while she looked back at Drake.

"So… what are we gonna do?" Drake raised an eyebrow questioningly at her, and she rolled her eyes.

"We can't just stay here forever," she reminded him, "remember, even you said that food will eventually run out. What will we do then?" Drake sighed and shrugged.

"We can kill coyotes." It was silent, and suddenly Diana burst out laughing. Drake looked at her as if she was crazy. She recovered after a while, though she still snickered a bit at his face. The Kid's eyes opened and discovered Diana and his face lit up, reaching his chubby hands towards her. Diana glanced at Drake before reaching out to take him, Drake making sure she had a good hold of him before completely letting go.

"But seriously, what're we going to do?" Diana asked as she began to unbutton her blouse. Drake had obviously seen her naked before, and she was too tired to care whether or not he saw as she pulled the Kid close so he could begin to drink. The father barely seemed to notice, much less care, either, as he sighed and stared out into the desert.

"If I could just take over the FAYZ…" Diana shook her head, shifting the little boy in her arms.

"Sorry Drake, but I seriously doubt that's going to happen," she said, trying to sound as least mocking as possible. Drake still glared at her slightly.

"Yeah? Then what do you suggest we do?" Diana sighed, and it was silent for a while. Eventually Diana buttoned her blouse again and the Kid closed his eyes, snuggling into her arms. It was quiet for a few more minutes before she finally spoke.

"Well… there's one thing we could do." Drake looked at her with a raised eyebrow, and they stared at each other for a moment before his eyes hardened and he looked away.

"Hell no."

"Come on Drake, I don't want to either, but this isn't about us." Drake growled under his breath and sent a half-hearted glare at his son in her arms. Again there was a contemplative silence.

"There's no way he would let us. Even if we begged on our knees. He's an asshole anyway." Diana sighed and ran a hand through her hair.

"You know I hate Caine as much as you do. Maybe more, even"-at this Drake scoffed, and she sent him a loathing look before continuing-"but like I said, it's not about us. I would say we could go back to Sam and ask him what to do, but with everyone hating you, and your terrifying Whip-hand, there's no way he'd let us back there." Again, quiet. Drake's whip curled and uncurled around his waist as he stared at it, both of them deep in thought. He shook his head.

"No. There's no way. I can't." Diana gave him a weird look.

"What?" Drake shook his head again, glaring off, his mind elsewhere.

"I won't do it. I won't." Diana glanced down at her baby to see him also looking at his father, though not quite in a confused way as she was.

"Er, Drake?" He snapped out of it a bit and looked at her, then looked at the baby, then back at her. Sighing, Drake ran his real hand through his hair, frowning. Finally he cursed and began to stand.

"Stay here." Drake began walking away, and Diana's heart surged.

"Wait! Where the hell are you going?" Drake stopped and looked back at her. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm coming back, don't worry about it." Diana scoffed and motioned to the desert around them.

"And I'm just supposed to wait here with him until you come back? What if there's a coyote or something?" Drake smirked a little.

"Scared, Diana?" She glared at him and stood, holding the kid close.

"Shut it, Drake. Either way, you're either staying there or I'm coming with you." His eyes narrowed.

"You can't make me do anything." Diana shrugged and picked up her backpack with her free arm, slinging it over her shoulder.

"Then it looks like I'm going with you."

They walked for a while in silence, and Diana was beginning to wonder if Drake knew where they were going at all. She almost asked him a few times, but he had a solemn look on his face that kept her silent. The Kid was quiet, observing Drake the majority of the time, as if he were judging him. Drake himself kept his eyes straight ahead, seeming to barely even notice the two following him.

After a few more minutes, Diana was finally about to speak when suddenly there came a high, sharp bark. Drake and Diana froze, and she looked at him with wide eyes.

"What was that?" she whispered, pulling the baby tight to her chest. Drake's eyes darkened.

"Our guide." There was another animalistic yelp and the two teens turned to see a large coyote, its gray fur matted and rough, galloping towards them. Diana felt a shockwave of fear and held the baby tight, moving closer to Drake. He took a step back, closer to her, also, and she grabbed his shirt with her free hand, not bothering to care that she was depending on someone she hated because she was scared.

The coyote skidded to a stop a few feet from them, and it stared at Drake with creepy, almost human eyes. Drake stared back at it evenly. It was silent.

"I need to see the Darkness," Drake told it. Diana frowned, and if she wasn't so scared she probably would have teased him for going crazy for talking to an animal. Surprisingly, though, making her almost jump out of her own skin, the coyote answered back in a warped, harsh voice.

"Follow. Bring girl and baby." Drake nodded and the coyote turned around. He began to follow it when he felt the tug on the back of his shirt, and turned to see Diana hadn't moved, her eyes wide. Drake's eyes almost softened.

"C'mon," he said, grabbing her wrist before adding quietly, "I told you not to come with me." Diana allowed him to pull her along, following the talking coyote into the desert.

"W-What is it?" Diana whispered. Drake stared straight ahead.

"A creation of the Darkness. It's not the only one." Diana felt a shiver run down her spine, and glanced worriedly at the baby.

"Drake… What if they hurt him?" Drake glanced at her and then the baby. Absentmindedly he stroked her wrist with his thumb, almost comfortingly. Diana would have been more surprised by this if she hadn't been so distracted.

"Just hold onto him," he murmured quietly, "Don't let it see him. It'll be alright." Diana nodded slowly, and they continued. Neither parent seemed to notice when their fingers became intertwined, like an actual couple, but neither would have most likely cared. Eventually, as Diana's feet began to turn sore, their goal came into sight, and the coyote halted. Diana blinked at the large, gaping cave before them, and looked at Drake. His face was grim, and she could have sworn she saw a glint of fear flash in her eyes. This sent terror streaking into the pit of her stomach. What in the FAYZ could ever make someone like Drake scared? The coyote turned to them.

"Go now. He's waiting. Will wait." Drake sent a small nod at the creature before moving forward, pulling Diana along with him. As they neared the cave, reaching the opening in no time, Diana felt the sense of unease fill her stomach, and she shifted the baby in her arms so that she could whisper and coo in his ear.

"It's alright, baby… You'll be safe, I promise." The Kid patted her neck with one chubby hand, as if trying to comfort her instead. Drake paused just a moment before pulling her further into the cave. They were sent into darkness, and Diana stumbled slightly on some of the jagged rocks. She moved closer to Drake, not bothering to care about being embarrassed.

As they moved further, she felt icy terror start to grip at her sides, the pit of her stomach. She involuntarily gave a small whimper. Drake tightened his hold on her hand, pulling her closer.

"Why do we have to be here?" she whispered, the fear growing worse. A heavy presence weighed on her shoulders, dragging her heart like a rock.

"If it works, you'll see," he whispered back, "If not… take the baby and run as fast as you can. Never come back." Diana turned to him in utter shock, but he simply continued to glare forward. The cave began to steep downwards, and suddenly she began to see a small light. Despite this giving her hope, however, her heart increasingly filled with dread. The baby, like Drake, continued to look forward, his expression unreadable and extremely un-baby like.

Finally, they reached it, and Diana gasped and almost fell to her knees. It was a huge dark blob, glowing with a strange green light that stretched along the walls and top of the cave. Diana's grip on Drake's hand was vice-like now, but he hardly seemed to notice. The baby's eyes almost hardened at the sight of it, but this went unnoticed by the parents. Just then a voice that sent ice shocking down her spine reached Diana's mind, and she gasped even louder.

I have not called you. Tell me who you have brought. Drake seemed unable to speak for a second before swallowing.

"I… I am done," he stated, "I want my arm back. My real arm. I don't need this whip anymore." Diana's eyes widened and she looked at him in shock. Did she just hear him right? What in the world was going on? That whip was his pride possession ever since he lost his real arm due to Sam. Diana still felt sick at the memory.

You will do as I say. Don't forget, I can see you. Drake took in a sharp breath, wincing in pain, and suddenly on one of the surfaces of the… thing, a picture appeared. It was Drake and Diana, and she immediately recognized where it was from; they were on a bed under the sheets. It showed just their upper bodies; her head was thrown back, her hair spilling on the pillow while her mouth was wide open, her face pure bliss. Drake held himself up over her, his arms and chest bare as he stared down at her, his lips parted and his eyes glazed over. It played like a silent movie as they rolled over, Diana now on top of him, and it showed her face as her held tilted back, her lips opening even more in what would be a moan.

The present Diana gaped, and would have heated up in embarrassment if she wasn't so confused and terrified. She turned to Drake, whose face was pale as a ghost's. The picture faded and disappeared, replaced by the terrifying voice in their heads.

The child. Give me the child, and I shall grant your wish. Diana held onto the baby tighter, turning back to Drake. He closed his eyes briefly, and took a deep breath before opening them again.

"No. I can't." Suddenly Drake cried out and held his head in pain, bending over.

You are worthless to me then. Drake fell to his knees and Diana screamed his name, kneeling down beside him. She didn't notice as the baby struggled out of her arms, crawling off towards the Darkness.

"Drake," she called, tears gathering in her eyes as she placed on hand on his back and the other on his arm, "Drake!" He cried out in pain again, writhing on the floor.

"S-Stop… Please, stop!" A choked sob ripped out of Diana's throat as she covered her mouth. She'd never seen Drake so… helpless. Just then she realized that the baby wasn't in her arms and her heart stopped. She looked around and spotted it by the creature, just as he put a chubby little hand on a section of it.

"NO!" Suddenly everything stopped; Drake's cries stopped, the pressure on Diana's shoulders lifted, the voice in her heart ceased. Diana blinked slowly and turned as Drake sat up and blinked at her. Her eyes caught sight of something and she gaped, causing Drake to look down. He lifted his real arm and stared at it, and then raised his other one to compare.

"How in the world…" Diana breathed, meeting his equally shocked expression. Just then they both looked at the baby, and Drake began to stand.

"We need to get out of here," he urged, "Grab the baby, and run." Diana nodded and stood. She inched forward, snatched up the baby, and turned and bolted. As soon as the baby's hand fell from the Gaiaphage, the weight regained and she stumbled a bit. She looked back at Drake and saw his pale face, but he urged her forward. They bolted, further and further away, until finally they saw light ahead. The two burst out of the cave opening, the baby held tight to his mother's chest.

Diana almost collapsed right there, but Drake urged her to keep going. The coyote was nowhere to be seen, and the two kept running and running, until finally their legs gave and they collapsed. Diana gasped for air, her chest burning. They were far away from the Darkness, but it was as if she could still feel it, hear it in the back of her mind. Drake recognized the look on her face and nodded.

"I know." Eventually their breathing calmed down a little, and the two looked at each other, and then back at the baby.

"I thought I knew what his power was…" Diana started quietly, shaking her head, "I mean, I had a guess. But now… after that… It's impossible…" Drake moved closer slightly, looking down at the boy. The baby grinned and giggled up at him, reaching out a hand. He shifted uneasily away.

"What is he?" Drake muttered, glaring at him. This kid, just this kid, had made him give up his arm and endanger his own life. For what? So they could go beg Sam to let them go back, which might not even work?

"I just said I don't know," Diana snapped calmly, earning a slightly glare.

"Well figure it out! This thing just made me give up everything-"

"He didn't make you do anything, you did it yourself," Diana interrupted. Drake glared at her and growled, but surprisingly didn't try to strangle her. Instead he looked down at the baby.

"But now we might be able to go back," Diana pointed out, stroking the baby's hair. Drake sighed, glaring at nothing.

"Yeah, maybe." Diana glared at him. It was quiet.

"But thanks for doing that." Drake scoffed a bit. It was silent again, and the two looked at each other. Their eyes met and locked. And then he was cradling her face with his human hands, attacking her lips hungrily. Diana met him evenly, not noticing again or not registering the baby, who should be too young to know how to crawl, wiggling out of her arms and giving the two room.

Diana tangled her now free hands into Drake's hair, nibbling on his bottom lip as he pressed into her, making her lie down. One of his arms held him up by her head while the other hand held onto her hip. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she tilted her head to meet him, reveling that she didn't have to worry about that creepy whip of his. She felt his hand start to roam slightly and Diana pushed his shoulders away. Drake broke away from her, both of them breathing heavily. Drake raised an eyebrow at her in question.

"We- I can't," she told him. Drake scowled and started to pull away, but Diana held onto his shoulders and glared a him.

"I'm scared, alright? Sue me," she snapped, "Besides, it's a little weird, you know… with him…" They both turned to look at the baby who giggled as soon as their attention was on them and held out his chubby arms to them. Diana sat up, pushing Drake slightly off of her, and picked up the Kid, bouncing him slightly. Drake sighed and looked around before standing.

"Well, we might as well start going," he grumbled, "There's no telling what Sam'll say, and we need to find out before we get dark if we need to find another place to stay." Diana nodded and stood, and together they started walking, not exactly knowing what direction they were heading. Drake glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

"So, we never found out a name for him." Diana looked down at the baby, who yawned. She smiled and ran a hand through his golden locks.

"Yeah… but it will come to us." Drake raised an eyebrow at her questioningly before turning back to the front, digging his hands in his pockets. He would never admit it, but he felt slightly relieved to have both of his arms back, though he knew he would miss his terrifying Whip Hand.

"What will we tell him when he starts to talk?" he said suddenly, gaining Diana's attention. Drake gestured around them, to the empty desert, the bluish wall in the distance.

"How will we explain all this?" Diana thought for a moment and looked down at the baby before smirking a bit.

"That's an easy one." Drake gave her a confused look, and she chuckled, shaking her head before looking down at the baby's beautiful, peaceful face.

"Just a few simple words. Whenever he's confused, all we have to tell him; It's the FAYZ, baby." It's just the FAYZ."

Soooooooo... I feel like I left it off at a really weird place, and there were still things I wanted to explain and add soooo I'm seriously contemplating a sequel... Suggestions? Yes, no? I feel agitated at this, because I want... I don't know... I feel like something's missing, so I might do another one. But tell me! Should I? If so, any suggestions? Hope you liked it, review and things, byeeeeeeeeeeee!