Hey guys, so after a few weeks or so time, we're back with a new chapter!

Sorry about the delay :)

Anyway though, this author's note is gonna be pretty short. Mainly because I just tripped over my cat (yes, you read that right) and totally nearly sprained my ankle.

Key word; nearly.

I didn't—don't think so anyway—but I'm taking care of myself just in case. Hopefully it doesn't interfere with my plans to see Spider Man: Homecoming for the third time tomorrow.

So, yeah, here's the chapter. Got a little surprise for you at the end. Enjoy!

Five days and time had now gone by since Ben's flashback during Tourney practice, and also since the core four found out about the kidnapping. Since then Ben had had two more flashbacks, each revealing very little. He started to take Carlos' and Evie's advice and began to write down what he saw in a notebook, though he didn't let anyone, not even Mal, read it. It had almost become something of a diary to him.

It held his deepest darkest feelings, and all his greatest fears.

Not only that, but it held many of the pieces to the puzzle to figuring out what happened in those few weeks he was gone.

So, the VKs decided to steal it.

Well, not really….

In truth, their plan was actually a lot less evil and devious than what it seemed to be.

You see, the main reason they needed Ben's "diary", as Jay often called it behind the king's back, was because it held all the key information they needed. Journal entries, descriptions of what he remembered, even small seemed-to-be insignificant words, all of that was held in the book.

They wouldn't get anything out of Ben anyways, even if they tried to ask him.

If anything, really, he'd just stick to the cover story that was given to everyone.

So, because of this, the core four took the journal and were currently having a little secret meeting about it in the boy's room while Ben was having a study session with Doug (his parents were still hesitant on letting him carry on with his kingly duties and council meetings). They thought the boy's dorm would be better, simply because if Mal or Evie were needed, the girls' dorm would be the first place to look.

"Okay guys, here is the journal." Mal said as she locked the door to the dorm and plopped herself down on Carlos' bed. She didn't really enjoy robbing Ben of his privacy, but she had no choice. If she wanted to help Ben, then this is what she had to do.

"So, what do we know without opening that book?" Carlos asked. He was on Jay's bed, with Dude curled upside down in his arms, giving him light belly rubs every now and then.

"Nothing much, really." Mal replied, as she looked down, nervously, as the blue and yellow leather-covered book. It was just like her spell book, but instead of a dragon, it had a symbol off the royal crest; Beast's head to be exact. Mal silently wondered if there was anything in that castle that wasn't covered in blue and gold. "Ben's kept most details to himself," She continued, "We only really know that he was near water, and that it was whoever was posing as Moana's daughter, which doesn't really give us much, considering he's still specially skeptical about that first part."

"So… Are we opening the book?" Jay asked, slightly anxious but, at the same time, slightly annoyed. He just wanted to solve this thing and get it over with.

"I guess so," Carlos said as Mal tossed the journal to him. Somehow, he managed to balance it on Dude's upside down legs and began skimming through it lightly. Looking up, he glanced at his three friends, confused. "There's tons of journal entries in here. Which one should we read first?"

"How long are they?" Evie questioned, as she stood by her same spot as earlier; next to the bedpost.

Carlos sighed as he found one particularly long entry and flicked through it. "Over five pages," He replied. He had then glanced at Mal, in a disbelief and shocked kind of way. "By the way, did you know Ben has, like, super nice handwriting? It seriously looks like computer font! I can't read any of this stuff!"

Mal rolled her eyes. "Just find a list of words and read 'em out."

"Fine." Carlos nodded before coming across a page filled with a list of words. He assumed these were the things Ben remembered yet couldn't make sense of.

"Okay, found 'em." He continued, "So….list of words, here they are…" He had then glanced down at the paged once more. "Man, this thing's like a giant glossary…"

"Dude," Jay deadpanned, thought that caught the dog's attention rather than Carlos, who jumped out of the blonde's arms before racing over and jumping into the jock's.

Carlos complied, scoffing slightly. "Fine, let's see; water, question mark beside that; torture; rocking; a hook; darkness; restraining ropes; door; 'Beastie Boy', and I assume that's what they called him.'" Carlos explained, upon seeing his friend's confused faces. "Pirate crew; anchor; water, again; second in command; and…. someone named Jill."

Evie laughed lightly, though it took away none of the seriousness from the situation. "You mean Gil?" She questioned, in a half-joking kind of tone.

Carlos rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. But what does that have to do anything?"

"Gil was Gaston's son on the Isle," Jay explained as Carlos tossed the book to him, just as Dude jumped out of the jock's arms and ran over to Evie, in fear of the book hitting his tiny dog body. "Always trying to challenge and lick a fight with me. I hated that jerk, thinking he was so great at everything."

"Yeah, he flirted with me a few times too," Evie added.

"But," Mal spoke up, "To be fair, we all hated that idiot."

"Anyway…" Jay said, directing the attention back to the matter at hand. "Says something here about someone telling him to keep his guard up. No idea why, but considering that there's nowhere else to go and have only heard one person say that in our entire lives, where have we heard that before?"

Mal looked up suddenly, alarmed. 'No,' She thought to herself, 'Oh, dear gosh, no.' Ben went there, then he should've been grateful he wasn't dead, nevermind dying.

Evie sighed and took a deep breath, the only one deciding to say what everyone else was thinking. "The Isle."

All that was left was to figure out a way to tell Ben what they had figured out, and how they figured it out. Mal knew that he would have a bad reaction to the fact that his journal was read, especially after he specifically asked her and told her not to read it, but she was willing to deal with the consequences if it meant they would know what happened to Ben, especially considering it'd been almost a week and more than half of those three weeks were still missing from his memory.

Also considering the fact that the royal doctor if Ben didn't remember what happened during those three weeks soon, he might never will.

Which confused Mal, because, well, wasn't he scared or worried? She would've been had almost a month of her life been and she remembered none of it.

"Hey, Ben?" Mal said, knocking on the door to his office and then walking in without another word when she didn't receive an answer. "Oh, good, you're in here."

"Mal!" Ben greeted warmly as he sat down his pen and papers and stood up, before pulling his girlfriend into a hug "What are you doing here? Not that I mind the surprise visit from you, of course."

"Ben," Mal said as she pulled apart from the hug and looked her boyfriend straight in the eyes. "We figured out where you were taken."

"What? How?" He asked, all the questions coming to his head as he gave the girl in front of him a look of confusion. "Where?"

"The Isle of the Lost." Mal replied, trying to hold off the second question, where she was slightly worried he would go all Beast on her.

"How did you figure it out though?" He questioned.

Upon hearing this for a second time, Mal took a deep breath and pulled the Journal from behind her back slowly.

"You read my journal?" He questioned and for once, Mal didn't miss the hurt look in her boyfriend's eyes. Sighing slightly, she watched as the young king closed his eyes and reopened them, skimming through the pages of said book softly. "Mal, how could you?" He asked, making direct eye contact with her, before he placed the book on the desk behind him. "Who else knows?

"Evie, Jay, and Carlos." Mal said, holding her head down "And I am sorry I read it without your permission, especally since you asked me not to, but, Ben, we had no other choice—"

"Mal, I'm not mad."

"—and you weren't talking to anybody about anything, not even your mom, dad, or Fairy Godmother and they were all so worried, so—" Looking up, she realized what her boyfriend said. "Wait, what? You're not mad?"

Ben shook his head, playfully. "No, of course not. I know you were just looking out for me."

Mal breathed a breath of relief. "Oh, gosh, thank goodness then."

Ben smiled at this, for one of the first times since those three weeks. "Did you think I would be?"

Now it was Mal's turn to smile. "What? No! I-I just didn't know how you'd take it, that's all." She had then sighed happily before going over and grabbing the book off the desk. "So, do you wanna hear how we figured it out?"

Ben nodded. "Sure." As long as Mal was here, he might as well spend time with her, right?

"Okay, so…" Mal had then trailed off and launched into a long explanation of how they figured out Ben was taken to the Isle. She started from his flashback on the tourney field and explained that how throughout the past few days the core four managed to put the pieces together, but stopped once she saw how dizzy and tired he looked.

"Ben?" Mal asked, as she stepped closer to her boyfriend. "Ben, are you okay?" His eyes were shut tight and his hand gripped the table behind him so hard, it looked like it turned white.

Opening his eyes, the young king exhaled, but the Isle girl could still see that his breaths were strained. "Yeah," He whispered, just before his knees buckled underneath him and his eyes rolled back in his head. "Yeah, I'm fine…"

"Ben!" Mal screamed, upon seeing her boyfriend collapse. His pulse was even, as well as his breathing, but that just worried her even more since she couldn't find what was wrong with him. "Ben!" She continued screaming, desperately hoping somebody outside the wide-open door would hear her. "Somebody help him! Please!" Mal continued to blink back her tears, yet they still continued streaming down her face. "P-Please…"

And, cue the dramatic music! XD

So, yeah, that happened. Originally we weren't gonna have Ben faint, but that leads into the next chapter, which leads into the next, next and then, maybe, last.

So here's a little discussion we had while, well, discussing the ending of this little fic:

Me: So, how's Ben gonna get his memories back? ...Can Jay hit him with a stick? XD

Gummy: Lol XD

Me: "Guys, I've fixed him! He's as good as new!"

Gummy: Lol, you are killing me!

Me: And Jay's trynna kill Ben XD.

Gummy: OMG, lol, XD.

Me: *in a Mal accent* "Jay, he's not a piñata! Put the bat down!"

I thought I should try and fit that into this little thing. Gummy wanted it to be put into too XD.

Anyway though, it's late and I'm gonna head to sleep, but make sure to review and drop us a little follow or favourite, 'cause the next chapter will be by me! :)

Until next time!

~Star :)