Reading the prev chap, I just realised how many mistakes I made. Shocking. Also, somebody asked if this story was just going to be more chaps or a continuing story, and the answer is just a few more chaps. I don't think I'll carry on with this story line; I don't want to wear it too thin, and it's already getting a bit stretched. So, enjoy it while it lasts I guess.

Anyway, new chap, excitement. Read and review, please.

Tawni crouched down beside Chad, desperately stretching her neck to try and see what Chad was looking at.

They were crouched behind an old abandoned car opposite the address they'd discovered. Chad had parked his car around the corner so they couldn't see it. He told Tawni to stay in the car, so – of course – she was hot on his heels.

Why weren't the police here yet? Chad cursed himself for only remembering to tell them a minute before they'd arrived, when the whole process was slowed as Tawni had to relay his message, because Chad was driving. If anything happened to her before the police got there… Chad had to get her out.

He stared at the cold, hard wall that separated him from Sonny, and tried for a second to see through it. Apparently, though, his superpowers were yet to kick in.

Though, in his staring, he had spotted a door on the far left corner of the warehouse exterior, and it appeared to be the only access on this side of the building…unless he decided to go through the roof, but that wouldn't help anyone, because he would inevitably crash to the floor and break something… Nope, that wouldn't help.

Tawni seemed to spot the door at the same time as him. "Are… are we gonna go in?"

Chad shook his head. "The police said to wait, didn't they?"

Tawni nodded slowly.

Chad nodded back. "Then you wait here." He stood up quickly and started for the door, hoping that Tawni would just accept it and stay put.

Of course, "I don't think so. One, you're not going in there alone, and two, I am not waiting out here." And he could hear the click of her heels following him.

Chad turned and put his hands on Tawni's arms, holding her still so he could look in her eyes. "It would honestly be better if you stayed here. They'd think I was alone, but I'd actually have back-up, and you can keep an eye out for the police." She opened her mouth to argue, so Chad quickly added a clause. "I'll make you a deal. Stay here, and if I don't come out in ten minutes, follow me in."

Tawni thought for a moment, and then relented with a sigh and headed back to the abandoned car to hide.

Chad turned back to the warehouse and gathered his nerves, hoping the adrenaline pumping through his veins would be enough to get him through this.

Sonny still hadn't woken up. Walter was starting to worry.

How were they supposed to be together forever if she was unconscious half of the time?

"Sonny?" He shook her back and forth, but she didn't respond.

She was back on the table they'd been using as a bed, tied now around the wrists, ankles, waist and neck, to make sure she could never escape. Walter grunted in frustration and slapped her cheek a little, but still, nothing.

"Damn it." He shoved the table so hard it tilted on two legs momentarily, Sonny balancing precariously, before it fell with a loud clang to the floor.

Walking back to the office Sonny had made her call from – swearing angrily as he remembered the office no longer held any privacy because of her actions – Walter decided to write some lines of binary code that, when sent in an email, would spell 'Sonny I love you' in glittery letters.

Chad pulled the door handle slowly down, praying for it to be unlocked. By some form of sheer luck, it was, and in his joy at this small achievement, he hurriedly swung the door open, forgetting just how old the building was. It creaked louder than any of the prop-creaky-doors he'd used in any of his television films. TV is very misleading.

Cringing, Chad decided rushing through this next part would probably be best. He slipped in and allowed the door to close slowly behind him. As he entered the spacious area, he was hit by a wave of sound that was some sort of loud rap, coming from an office in the corner. Hoping this noise had covered his entrance, Chad relaxed, scoping out the room.

There was a whole load of clutter, a lot of which was covered in pictures of Sonny, with hearts drawn around her face in every one. Chad shivered.

There was so much Sonny all over the place that it took him three sweeps to realise she wasn't there, though he did notice a metal table that was covered in a thin white sheet, surrounded by chairs and small tables with what could be medical equipment, like scalpels and needles, placed on top.

He walked quietly over, keeping a close eye on the office as he did; the window was smashed open (he tried not to think that this was probably from where Sonny had called him) and they could see right out. Spotting him would be as easy as turning their heads.

This did mean, however, that Chad could see them too. They seemed to either be having simultaneous epileptic fits from the music or dancing. Chad moved closer, hoping for some kind of clue as to Sonny's whereabouts. As he reached the edge of the office, crouching below the bottom of the window to stay out of sight, the music shut off suddenly, leaving his ears ringing.

Walter – the only voice of the three technicians Chad recognised – spoke up. "Why did you turn it off?" He sounded strained.

A soft, almost feminine voice answered, a permanent nervous tone layered in the words. "It's not working, and it's just a lot of noise."

"Yeah?" Walter retorted. "Well, Sonny likes it, and if anything is going to wake her up, it's going to be dancing in my arms to our favourite music."

Another, almost identical but not quite, voice was added to the argument. "You've never listened to that before…"

Chad could hear Walter's teeth gnash together from where he was squatting. "Yes I have."

One of the other voices, Chad gave up trying to figure out which, replied. "Well, it's still not working. Maybe she just needs to rest."

Hearing about Sonny being in there with them meant at least he knew where she was, but it equally meant he had no way of getting to her without fighting his way through nerds. While he figured he could take them easy, he didn't want to risk Sonny getting in the middle of it, or worse them holding her hostage or something.

Chad peaked over the edge of the broken glass, using the corner of the hole to hide as much of his head as he could. The two other technicians were had their backs to him, facing Walter, who was struggling to hold a much taller Sonny.

Chad knew what was going to happen next before it did. Under the strain of Sonny's weight (despite her being only just over fifty kilograms), Walter's knees buckled, and Sonny's wig – which by some miracle had stayed on to this point – flopped off onto the ground. Walter shrieked and dropped her, and Chad lurched where he crouched. He had to grip a piece of debris to stop from rushing to Sonny.

Bursting in now wouldn't do anyone any good.

Walter let out a sound of revulsion, which just caused Chad to tighten his grip on what he now realised was a shard of glass. It sliced into his hand, dropping blood onto the floor below him, and he carefully placed it on the ground again.

Chad swore in his head all kinds of words he wanted to say aloud while beating the crap out of Walter and his cronies, but he had to hold it all in. For Sonny.

Walter scratched his head and nodded at the other two for help. Between them, they hoisted Sonny up and laid her on the desk, shoving calculators and a load of paper out of the way. It was too small for her height, so her legs dangled over the edge from her knees down, but at least they'd had the common sense to make sure her head was supported.

"I still love her… Her hair will grow back." He sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than anything. After a moment of thought, he added. "Let's give her some space. Maybe then she'll wake up. And board up that window. Use that door." Walter left the other two to do his bidding and went to sit on the chairs surrounding the other table.

By some sheer luck, Walter spent so long dusting off his seat that the other technicians had finished putting a spare door that had been on the floor in the office over the broken window, and Chad could sneak round the office to the door; somehow they hadn't seen him.

Chad closed the door to behind him, barely listening to Walters orders to clean up the rest of the glass, and hurried over to Sonny. He gave her a quick once over to make sure there was no severe damage that meant moving her would be dangerous, and then he started to scoop her into his arms.

Just when he thought they were on the home straight, he heard a clink of glass on the other side of the boarded up window.

One of the technicians called to Walter. "Walter, did you cut yourself when you broke through the window?"

Chad put Sonny back down and slowly stood up.

There was a pause which must have been Walter checking for war wounds, and then, "No, why?"

The technician seemed reluctant to carry on. "Um, well… There's a little bit of blood over here…"

A chair screeched across the concrete floors, and so followed the sound of what were undoubtedly perfectly polished dress shoes.

There was a tense few seconds of silence, and then Walter spoke as though he were making an announcement. "Right. Seems like we have an intruder. Spread out and search for him. Check the office."

One of the technicians crept towards the door. In a last ditch attempt, Chad moved so he was directly behind the door, and when Hiemy pushed the door so that it swung open, Chad lunged forward and smacked his fist into the unsuspecting nerds nose.

He'd expected more of a fight, but the boy just crumpled into a pile on the floor, unconscious. Chad smirked, thinking 'lightweight'.

The other two seemed to have noticed that their friend had fallen, and Walter – trying to be quiet – whispered, "Go check on him."

There was a small argument between the two, and what sounded like a few slaps between the tow (Chad felt kind of happy that this technician was standing up to Walter). Despite this, the other unnamed technician started heading towards the office.

Hoping for the best, Chad positioned himself exactly the same, and again he unleashed a fist in the boy's face. This one was almost as pathetic, but he required a knee in the stomach before he fell to the ground.

Chad was feeling pretty good about himself, and he almost laughed when he heard Walter nervously call out to his co-workers.

"Are you there?" He sniffled a little, and Chad hoped with all his might that he was crying like a little girl.

After at least a minute of whimpering, Walter began a slow shuffle to the office door. Chad decided not to push his luck, and to jump the gun on his attack. He didn't want to take any chances with Walter. Even though he was a nerd who was most likely wetting himself with fear, Chad still decided that Walter was a threat.

As Walter reached for the door handle, Chad burst through, hitting Walter as many times as he could, all before Walter had realised what was going on.

If the first technician had been a lightweight, Walter was a fairy. He practically swooned to the floor, and he stayed down. Chad added a kick in Walter's stomach for good measure.

Desperate to get out now, Chad ran back to Sonny and picked her up in one go. He tucked her head into his neck to protect it and held her close, all while making his way out of the warehouse.

He threw himself backwards through the door, slamming into Tawni. She gasped and fell backwards.

"Sorry!" He didn't stop though.

Only when they reached the abandoned car across the road did he stop and place Sonny down gently on the floor.

Tawni rushed over, unharmed by her fall. "Chad, the police phoned. They got the wrong address, and they'll be here in up to five minutes. I have to wait down the street to show them the way."

Chad nodded. It didn't matter now. Sonny was safe. He turned to Sonny and smiled at her calm face.

Only now did he notice just how still she was. His eyes furrowed together.

Chad leant in closer to speak to her.

"Sonny?"

Panic set in, and then – completely out of nowhere – an almost feral yell erupted from just behind them

Chad span around, hanging protectively over Sonny's body, to see a bloodied and bruised Walter running at him holding one of the rusty scalpels he'd seen inside.

In a flash of shockingly quick movement, Walter lunged forward and jammed the knife in Chad's leg. With a yell, Chad shuffled backwards and spread his arms out to protect Sonny. This seemed to be the last straw for Walter, and he ripped out the scalpel and went to stab him again, but this time a shot echoed down the deserted street.

Walter stumbled back, his mouth an 'o'. Chad watched in awe as Walter the technician fell to his knees, and then to his stomach, his blood seeping across the tarmac as he took his last breath.

Chad looked down the street to see a group of SWAT officers making their way down towards the warehouse entrance and to the now dead Walter.

Chad laughed, surprising himself. He turned back to Sonny, ignoring the pain in his leg.

She still hadn't moved, and Chad went back to confusion. He held a hand in front of her mouth, and waited for her breath.

It didn't come.

As a last ditch attempt, Chad pushed a couple of fingers into her neck to feel for a pulse, and no matter where he tried he didn't feel that familiar thump-thump he'd been so used to, hearing it every day on the heart monitor at the hospital.

Chad froze. There was no way she could be…

He wasn't sure what to do. There was nothing he could do. Then he thought…

Chad didn't even know where the idea came from, but he had to do something and it was the only thing he could think of. He leant in towards her, trying to cherish the moment, but the urgency of the situation allowed little sentimentality.

Their mouths met, and Chad pressed against Sonny's supple lips, taking in her smell – of strawberry… strawberry and vanilla. His lips parted slightly, and he cradled her limp body, rocking it gently, trying for some kind of response. A small tear fell from the corner of his eye and landed on Sonny's cheek.

Chad pulled away, but didn't look away from her sunny face. Where was the smile that so often graced her features? Why wouldn't she respond?

A sob slipped through Chad's calm façade, opening the flood gates as his whole being slumped into sorrow.

"No, Sonny, no!" He yelled, almost angry now. "No!"

He shook her more, now, and one of the on-looking policemen stepped forward and placed a hand on Chad's shoulder. "Son."

It was a one word attempt at comfort, while at the same time letting Chad know he needed to calm down. Chad did so, reluctantly, but continued to croon after Sonny.

"Sonny, you can't go. Not after all this!"

He pressed another gentle kiss to her lifeless lips and shook his head against them, willing it to not be true.

"Sonny, please." Chad sobbed again. "Sonny, you can't be gone. I love you…"

Sonny stirred.

Chad froze, fear creeping through him. Was this a hallucination? If he moved, would she go back to being limp and unmoving?

Sonny murmured something, and Chad figured either he was hallucinating, and he needed to do the healthy thing and pinch himself, or it was real and–

"Chad?" Sonny opened her eyes and slowly lifted her head to get a better look at him.

Chad laughed nervously and clutched at her head to take the pressure off of her aching muscles.

"Yes, Sonny." Chad tenderly brushed a finger over her soft cheek. "I'm here."

Sonny made an attempt at a weak smirk. "This is a whole lot of trouble to go to just so you could get up the nerve to tell me you love me."

Chad laughed for real this time.

Sonny laughed with him, but winced slightly at the pain.

Shaking his head, Chad stroked her cheek again. "Just stay still; don't speak."

Sonny reflected his actions again and shook her head back. "What, and miss the chance to tell you I love you back, after all the drama we went through to get here? I think not."

With her last bit of energy, Sonny reached up and pulled Chad's head down to her face and kissed him.

A cheer erupted from behind him, and Chad noticed the dozen or so police officers and paramedics whooping and hi-fiving each other behind him. He grinned into the kiss, finally, truthfully, the happiest he had ever been.

Despite the gaping hole in his leg.

Fin