Yes, its almost over. There's one more 'day'and an epilogue, folks.

The first eight 'days' can be found here:

http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=12740>Day 1.

http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=12741>Day 2.

http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=12753>Day 3.

http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=12783>Day 4.

http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=12799>Day 5.

http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=12812>Day 6.

http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=12833>Day 7.

http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=12849>; Day 8.

Thanks to Tamsibling for the beta.

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The Prisoner

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Day 9

Simon was too ill to wonder why the person holding him was clothed when he was bare to the waist. Even with the rough fabric of the man’s shirt pressing against his bare arms, there was little to no warmth seeping into his body.

Medical instinct kicked in and Simon knew that if he didn’t already have pneumonia from his lack of nutritional care, the beatings weakening his immune system, and the cold he’d been forced to reside in, that it was something medically worse.

Simon’s mind was cloudy but the chills that swept through his body, and the pain with each cough, told him if he didn’t get out of here, there was no way he would live to withstand any interrogation. Not that he would have any valuable information for them anyway.

“Tell them what they want to know. Maybe they’ll let you go.”

The voice sounded foreign to his ears but Simon didn’t have the energy to speak. He burrowed his face against the stranger’s arms, hoping to find solace and warmth there.

The other man stared down at Simon, wondering if perhaps there really was no more to tell.

“Did you?” Simon asked moments later drawing the man from his own thoughts.

“Did I what?”

“Tell them?” Simon’s voice was weak, but the man still heard the question.

A lop