Title: Alive and Dreaming
Author: Shannon
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or thing. (If I did I wouldn't be sitting here typing a fanfic.)
A/N: Thanks everyone for the reviews. I decided to make a sequel with S/V's kids in it too. I figured what the hell, I could make a whole story with things like 'Alive and There' 'Alive and Taken' 'Alive and....' You get the picture. Anyway, enjoy the first chapter...
Sequel to Alive and Missing
"Faith..." Max shook his sixteen year old sister. "Faith wake up..." He kept shaking her and whispering urgently.
"What?!" Faith sat up annoyed. It took one look, at her seven year old brother and the tears on his face, to soften her mood. "What?" She asked quietly.
"I had a nightmare." Max told her fidgeting.
"You have parents. Why do you have to wake me up?" She snapped. Being tired from doing homework didn't help her mood. She laid back down and turned to face her wall. Max didn't move and he started sniffling. Faith moved over a bit and told him. "Get in and go back to sleep before I change my mind." When he got in she put the dark red comforter over both of them and they both fell asleep.
"Every friggin night for three weeks!" Faith complained. Stephanie just sat there eating her sandwich, watching Faith gesture her life in a very amusing fashion. "God, I shudder to think of what my parents would have done if he was an only child." Faith took a sip of her Sprite.
"Why don't you tell them about him?" Stephanie asked playing with a strand of her long blonde hair. Whirling it in-between her finger, she sighed.
"I don't know..." Faith rested her head on her hand. After finishing her sandwich she added. "He doesn't want them to know..."
"Why?" Stephanie started eating an apple.
"I don't know." A breeze made Faith shiver. "He won't even tell me what his dreams are about. All he will say is that Mom and Dad get hurt and that I can't tell them anything."
"Wow." Stephanie said. "You know... for as smart a kid as Max is, he sure does get scared by the smallest things."
She's right. He is smart. Advanced for his age. At seven years he was already reading and writing things that Faith and Stephanie couldn't understand.
"I know... I'll talk to him when I pick him up from second grade." Faith spun around and shot her bag for the garbage. "Score!" She jumped up.
Steph smiled and stood, walking over to the garbage can and putting her own bag in.
"How in hell did we ever become friends?" Faith joked.
"I guess we are friends because we are so different." Steph laughed. "Anyway, you had helped me with that Tae-Bo shit in Gym one day, remember?"
"Yeah..." Faith shifted. "Mom taught me all of those moves."
"Hmm... yeah, you told me that your mom and dad both had jobs that made them train for that..." She reminded her.
"Oh." Faith looked at the school in time to hear the bell ring. "Time for class." She pulled Steph back into the building.
"Hey Mrs. Quinn." Faith waved to the second grade teacher as she waited for Max to get his things.
"Hello Faith." Mrs. Quinn smiled. "How are you doing in school these days?" She stacked a few papers on her desk.
"I'm doing okay. I'm in all honors at the high school." Faith smiled, she loved to show off her grades. Being the kind of person who never studied did that to her.
"That's terrific." The teacher said. "Come here for a second." She led Faith out of earshot of Max and another boy. "Faith, your brother he seems to be advanced for his... age. Have your parents ever talked about moving him ahead?"
"Yeah, they want to leave him here and he wants to stay. It all works out." Faith smiled.
"Hmm... well... did you know your brother writes... stories?" Mrs. Quinn asked.
"Yes. I just don't know what about." Faith told her.
"Well, he writes different things. Stories about people getting hurt. Him getting hurt. Other things and sometimes he writes songs about the stories." Faith frowned when she heard this.
"I'll talk to him."
"Ok. Have a nice weekend." She smiled and left.
"Hey, Max. While I'm still young." Faith yelled to her brother still frowning.
"I'm coming." He turned back to his friend. "You promise to keep it a secret?"
"Promise." The other kid said then hurried out. "Hey Faith." He ran past.
"Bye Greg!" She yelled as he ran then turned to her little brother. "What was that all about?" Confusion in her eyes.
"Nothing." Max pushed past her and led her to the car, already knowing where she parked.
As they got in and put their seatbelts on she told him. "I want to talk to you about something." Faith studied the road as she pulled out of the school's parking lot.
"What?" Max continued to look out the passenger seat window. The kid was so damn annoying.
"You dreams. I want to know what you dream about..." Faith blurted.
"I told you I don't want to talk about them." He snapped.
"Don't get all angry at me or next time I am going to have to tell mom and dad about your dreams and how for the past three weeks you have woken me up." Faith threatened.
"I don't want them to know." He whispered.
"Then tell me and I won't tell them." Faith compromised.
Max stared out the window again. "Promise?" He looked over to her.
She nodded. "Promise... tell me."
"The dreams... I see mom fighting with someone. I don't know who... they are never clear enough for me to tell, but it's someone she knows. The person, a girl I think, pulls out a knife and stabs mom." He's almost in tears as he continues. "Then it seems like an hour passes and dad finds her. You and I are somewhere. I think at grandpas or something. Dad rushes her to the hospital then comes to pick us up. Grandpa nearly chokes when dads tells us. When we get there something is going on... then I wake up." Max went back to looking out the window.
"Wow..." Faith said. Nice Faith. That's really helpful. "And why can't you tell mom and dad?" She asked.
"Cause..." He stopped for so long that she didn't think he was going to continue. He mumbled something that she couldn't hear then.
"Excuse me?" Faith turned her head to him.
"I think it's going to come true." He mumbled.
"How could you think that. Mom can take care of herself. And dad would never let anything like that happen to her. You know that." Faith stared at her brother then back at the road. Their house was in sight. Suddenly she stopped the car.
Max snapped forward. "What the hell was that for?"
Faith hit him in the head. "Watch your mouth!"
"Why? You don't..." Max slid in his seat.
"I'm older then you! And don't you dare get mad at me; I am not the one acting like the guy Rambaldi!" Faith snapped at him.
Max's face went pale. He had always hated the stories of their mom and dads old job. Yeah, his dad still had his job, but it was nice quiet desk job. Stories about their mother almost dieing and the prophecies made by Rambaldi were terrifying to Max.
"Don't call me that!" He said to her.
"Don't act like him and I won't." Faith leaned back in her seat. Thank God no one ever comes down this street. "I'm sorry okay." Faith still had anger in her voice. She took a breath and spoke softly. "You just have to tell mom and dad about them. At some point I am not going to be home and you will either have to stay by yourself or go to mom and dad. It's your decision." Faith started the car again and parked in the driveway. "Mom's home." She stated.
"I'll tell them, but not today." Max raced out of the car and inside the house.
Faith took a deep breath and went inside.
"Hey sweetie." Sydney smiled at her daughter.
"Hey mom." Faith threw her backpack next to Max's and sat at the kitchen table.
"Anything wrong?" Sydney kissed her on the forehead and then picked up a water bottle and gave it to her, also taking on for herself.
"No... nothing's wrong." Faith answered eyeing Max who was already starting his homework.
"Well... I was wondering if you wanted to go for a run before you started your homework. Ms. Racy and just next door if Max needs something." Sydney tied her shoelace.
"Yeah." Faith told her smiling. "Let me go put on something more 'running' like." She walked to her room.
Faith's room reflected her lifestyle pretty much. It was painted dark red and had a dark blue carpet. The posters, pictures and papers covered most of the wall.
Faith went over to her dresser and pulled out a sports bra. Rummaging in her bottom draw, she finally found shorts. As she was sitting on her bed she noticed something sticking out from under it. Pulling on it she noticed it was a green notebook. Nevertheless, it was Max's. She'd seen him writing in it. Sometimes if they were watching TV or even talking he'd pull it out and start writing. No one has ever set eyes on the pages... so maybe this was her chance.
Faith stood and went to the door of her room, making sure it was locked. Sitting on the bed she flipped open the first page.
"Oh my God." Faith looked along the page. Quickly she flipped the pages and saw that the others looked almost exactly alike. "Shit..."