DISCLAIMER: Life is Strange is a product of DONTNOD Entertainment and Square Enix as well as Jean-Luc Cano and Christian Divine; and the characters, setting, and game itself is, in no way my own.

I am simply here to add my creative twist to the story

What it Takes

A flash and before she knew it, she was back in the bathroom she was in Monday, the day and place where all the time traveling took place. Her last goodbye to Chloe, her Chloe, the blue haired beautiful heroine, her childhood partner in crime, was an emotional move for the photographic hipster and she was emotionally drained. This was the end for her and she believed that she had no choice, but to lose her best friend. In order to save everyone from her broken shelled, but good hearted Kate, to the pompous, preppy, but genuinely insecure Victoria, to even Joyce and David, they have to lose their daughter. And Max, in her mind, was once again the cause of someone else's death. Someone she loves.

"Don't you forget about me", she could hear the pained sobbing of Chloe Price, the sad look in her eyes that caused the hipster to cry all over again.

The bathroom remained quiet as Max sobbed in the anguish and pain of the thought of losing her best friend, looking over in her journal of photos to hold on to the memories she already made, from their pirate days, to the family portrait of Chloe and William Price, to the days of the time they spent the past five days. She laughed at all the memories of pirate conquests and video game parties, sleepovers and school days. She cried again at the more heartfelt; consoling Chloe for the last time before the move, remembering the kiss that shocked her bluenette friend, remembering the touch of Chloe as they embraced on that cliff, and remembering that she will lose all that forever, reduced to mere memories and pictures and sensations. Yet, as she went through all the photos in that journal, she was amazed at all the photos she had taken, despite the changes she had made.

Amazing none of these pictures were lost in the time flux, Max looked at slightly perplexedly.

As she went through the memories, a photo of Chloe caught her attention. It was on the day they reunited, where she was dancing to the music in her room, smoking her joint. What caught her attention was the fact that it was still there in the book. And a crazy thought came to her as Nathan barged right on into the Girls bathroom, startling Max but keeping her attention to the picture that, if she does not act within the next 45 seconds, may not be around anymore.

There may yet be another chance; a third way out. Maybe I can save Chloe through traveling. I know I shouldn't. I have already fucked up a number of realities and ended up with William dying because of me. I had to lose one picture and nearly lose all the photos in my journal. But, maybe, just maybe, if I can try this one last time and play my cards right, maybe I can fix all of this, prevent all of these disasters and fucked up weather, maybe I can save Chloe again…or others. Just time travel through a chessboard of photos to find the right path to saving both Arcadia Bay and Chloe, regardless of the changes

Max was running out of time as she heard Nathan's paranoia and ramblings to reassure himself. Sad. He's not a bad guy really, not inherently evil, just broken. And as she heard the door open, realizing that Chloe is in the room now, she had to take one last look, just to remind herself what this gamble, this risk, this stupid act would do to the world around her, to herself, and why she was going to do it.

One last look of Chloe, her anger for what Nathan did to her, that blue hair and beanie and black jacket on her, the lips that, in another reality, she kissed not once, but twice, the skinny figure that she hugged multiple times, and the girl that doesn't yet know what happened to Rachel Amber, the innocence of her mind yet to be changed forever. And hopefully, a mind that won't have to lose Rachel Amber, or Max Caufield, or William Price…or her.

I love you, Chloe Elizabeth Price. I love you more than anything in the world right now. And, whatever it takes, in whatever reality, I will save you and I will fix all this mess and all this pain once and for all.

And before Nathan would pull out his gun, Max Caufield looked down at the picture still in her hand, making the one chance of fixing all of the mess that has been made, and began to focus as she heard the rock music and her happy voice.

Here comes Super Max.

AN:So, this is my first-ever Fanfiction and, yes, I know it is a bit short. Frankly, the many ideas that I have had limited this to a one-shot or fluff with not a lot of detail or breadth. However, I intend to make this a multi-chapter effort and may expand beyond just what happens to Chloe, but also the consequences of Max's actions after that. This isn't a preview of the story, more just a quick start to it and how it will begin so we can get into the details of her travels.

Despite my busy self and despite the hours and days and struggle of Writer's Block that is anticipated, I intend to complete this story in an orderly manner and have it done, rather than left out on the back-burner forever. And I hope that this story will be to your liking and to your appreciation.

-AJ