Author's Note: Hello there~ Here's another Chase chapter, while I work on Lottie :3

Disclaimer: I own Chase and the guards, but Victor belongs to Joss Stirling~

Victor kept his hand in mine as he tugged me after him, setting a brisk pace that I easily kept up with - there had been literally nothing else to do while in prison, other than exercise. I couldn't help but feel the roughness of his palm in my hand, and how his dwarfed mine, making me feel like we fit together like two pieces. I cursed and shook my head before I glanced down at my other hand, which was holding the photo I'd swiped from my room.

I couldn't help but marvel at how many guards just walked past us, especially after me giving them so much trouble over the past few months. Then it clicked - that must be Vick's power! He was getting them to walk past us and not give us a second thought! Feeling as though I might as well help, I waited until we got to the door to the visitors' room. It was, of course, kept locked with an electronic keypad. Victor cursed, and I looked up at him, feeling quite mischievous.

"What's wrong, Victor?" I asked innocently, watching his reaction.

"I forgot this was electronic." He hit the keypad in frustration, yelling "Dammit!" as he did so.

"Well then, why didn't you say that?" More innocence on my behalf as I lightly moved him aside, before I blocked his view of the keypad. Pretending that I was plugging in numbers, I concentrated my Savant power on it, feeling the mechanism move under my skilled fingers. I allowed myself a grin, knowing that I hadn't lost it in the months that I'd been imprisoned here. The rush of power was overwhelming, and in that instant I wondered how I'd managed to stay cooped up here. I could have walked out of here a long time ago.

Victor looked at me, amazed, as I shrugged. "I've watched them key it in here for months." I lied, keeping my tone light and trying to let him know about my lying. Not sure why I was keeping this from him, I shrugged almost nonchalantly. I heard him mutter something, and I could have sworn I heard the word 'criminal' more than once. That really stung.

Vick swung the door open, and I hesitantly followed him again, unsure of what I was going to meet. We were lucky; because of the late hour, there was no one in the room and we could pass through. When we got to the other side of the room, Vick waited for me to deal with the other keypad - I hadn't noticed this one earlier, we'd been let through on the behalf of the guards. For this one, I acted as if I was thinking carefully about it, before it unlocked. The satisfaction rushed through me as we made our way down the corridor, but this was quickly dampened as we crept past the guards' room. I could hear laughter through the door, and it followed me, taunting me, as we kept going.

We were almost at the end of the corridor when we heard the shouts from behind us. I glanced back, then wished I hadn't. The guards were all chasing us, and the only reason that they weren't shooting was because they were still scrambling to pull trousers up. I started sprinting, with Vick close on our heels. We turned right at the end, hoping like hell that we could lose them. A left. More running. Another right. And then the corridor ended with an electronic palm print reader. I could feel and not hear Vick swear and start to turn around. I, however, just started running faster, my mind already reaching out for the familiar feel of electronics. "Where are you going?!" I half-heard Vick's yell, but by then I had reached the door and got past the palm-reader.

Hearing Vick jog up next to me, I turned to look at him. He grabbed at my hand, intent on pulling me along with him to wherever he was going to run to next. It was too late though, for his plan, as the guards had just reached our corridor. He looked wildly around, trying to figure a way out. I had my hand on the door, and my other hand on his face, forcing him to look at me. "Humour me." I whispered, and when he half-nodded, I pulled the door open and him through it.

"How did you-?" Victor half-said, but I ignored him as I slammed the door shut, and pressed my palm against the door itself. "Chase, we have to go." I could hear the urgency in his voice, but I had to sort this out.

"One second." I said, through gritted teeth. Suddenly, there was a 'click' and I grinned as I turned back to Vick. "Come on then! Do you remember the way out?" I asked, feeling much more relaxed now that there was a door between us and our pursuers. Vick, well, he just looked amused now, and he nodded.

On an impulse, I slipped my left hand into his, before I winced. Damn. Ow. What the hell hurt so much? I looked at my bicep, and groaned. Rose. She'd managed to get me after all. Giving myself a quick once over, I realised that she'd nicked me twice on my right arm, once on my left, and had given me a nasty slash across my stomach. How I hadn't noticed these before, I didn't know. Vick's gaze followed my own, and his amused expression turned sour.

"We need to get out of here." He said, as we heard thumps from behind us. "What did you do?"

I shakily smiled, before saying, "Erased their palm prints. They'll have to get through there using force now." He laughed, a deep belly sound that made me feel happy, despite our situation. "I'm, ah, good with electronics." I gave in way of explanation, to which I received more laughter as a response. I figured that I liked that sound, and that I wanted to hear it again, in better circumstances. Even better, I wanted to be the cause of that laughter - it gave me such a warm feeling inside.

He chuckled. "Good with electronics, ha. Nice way of explaining your power, Chaz." Balking slightly at the nickname, I let loose a short laugh, before I stopped.

"We're not going to get out with me looking like this." I gestured to myself in my bright orange prison uniform. "They'll know something's up." Vick thought for a second, and then led the way down the corridor, ducking into several different rooms until he found what he was looking for. He chucked a pair of cargo pants to me, and I ducked into a free room so that I could swap my orange outfit for those. I was lucky I had a white tank top on underneath, because otherwise something would have looked a little off. Ruffling my hair so that I looked different - less chances of me being recognised - I looked around for somewhere to stuff my clothes.

Once ready, I returned to the oh-so nervous Victor Benedict. "Why do I get the feeling that prison breaks aren't normally your sort of thing?" I asked cheekily, only to receive a level stare. I rolled my eyes. "Oh, okay, you're just doing it for your criminal 'soulfinder'" I did the thing with my fingers, to put emphasis on it. He didn't react. "Do you even know what I'm supposed to be in for? Why I was supposed to get hung tomorrow?"

Victor met my eyes, and then dropped his gaze. "No."

Slightly taken aback, I figured I had to plow on. I'd guessed that he would have tried to figure out everything about me before finding me. "I'm in for murder. Murder of a Sergeant Major." I saw his jaw tighten.

"We need to get out of here." It sounded strained, and the only way that I realise I've gotten through to him is because he doesn't look at me, and instead heads down the corridor, leading my way to freedom.

Oh, if only you knew, Victor. I thought sadly, regretting my brash decision to tell him that. Our relationship would forever be difficult, I think.

The rest of our journey out of the compound was silent, Vick only stepping aside so that I could use my ability to get us through doors. I could tell that he was using his power - I'd finally figured out it was some sort of persuasion - to get past any more guards. Before I knew it, I was sitting in the back of an armored vehicle with several U.S soldiers.