Hi there!
This is going to be a multichaptered story about Max, and how she handles Rachel's reappearance. This is a Pricefield fic, and contains some Kate. I kinda have a headcanon that Kate also ships Pricefield? I don't know why, but I just feel like she would.
In this fiction, Kate did not jump off of the cliff and is in the hospital.
Rachel will also be here in dialogue, and as we don't know much about how she was personality wise, I'm going to do my best to write her the way I would assume for her to be written.

I hope you enjoy!

All At Once

It had been exactly a day since Max Caulfield and Chloe Price discovered Rachel Amber by the lighthouse. It had been exactly a day since Max had gotten a text from Chloe.

Instead of feeling relieved that there was going to be no tornado to wipe them all away, Max spent that entire day chewing at her fingernails and cursing herself for ever leaving Chloe alone for five whole years. In that five years, Chloe was able to become best friends with Rachel - and of course that friendship meant a hella lot more than her friendship with Max.

There was a current investigation going on with some members of the staff at Blackwell, but some classes were still in session. The assistant principal, one of the faculty members that actually managed to do her job pretty well, stepped in for Principal Wells, who was one of the members in question. Jefferson, of course, was suspended from all school duties, as it was in his own blackroom that Rachel was found. It had taken a large toll on Max to realize that her idol had something to do with the abduction, but something inside of her felt like she had expected it to happen all along.

Max slowly walks around her dorm room, hands deep in the pockets of her gray hoodie, lost in thought.

'The people at this school are batshit crazy.'

Her phone buzzes erratically, but she ignores it, figuring it would best to leave whoever it was to their own devices. Chances are, it was Warren with another text about a movie date that she was on the edge of cancelling, or maybe Kate, with an update on her condition. It probably wasn't Chloe, she thinks to herself, remembering how happy her best friend had been to see her best friend.

Max flings herself onto her bed, and rubs at her eyes, enjoying the soft sting that it created. It had been hard to control her time travel powers since they had found Rachel, but she knew that they were still there. They were just waiting for her to need them again, but hopefully, she would never be put in a situation where she had to use them again.

'I probably can't use them because the universe doesn't want me to rewind and not suggest looking in that blackroom...'

It wasn't as if she didn't like Rachel - in fact, she knew well enough that Chloe might not be around if it weren't for the other girl, and the thought of allowing her to stay cooped up in some wako teacher's blackroom without a way out was enough to make the guilt rise up Max's throat. There was no denying that Max felt abandoned, but she was the one who abandoned Chloe in the first place - maybe she deserved it?

Max looks over at her withered plant, suddenly feeling the loss of Lisa immensely. Perhaps she had just been a plant, but she was dependent completely on Max for water. It was a job that Max had failed.

Ultimately, she had chosen Chloe over the small plant.

'If I had watered it more often… would Chloe have chosen me instead?'

Max shakes her head, realizing that she was just thinking out of her ass. Lisa was just a plant, one that definitely could be replaced.

In fact, Lisa had nothing to do with Chloe, or the tough spot that Max was finding herself in. She was simply a green plant that Max had gotten as a gift from her eco-friendly mother.

There was a sudden banging at Max's door, causing her to jump from her position on the bed. Max reaches for her phone, finally getting a chance to glance at the dozens of notifications that she had initially ignored.

'Damn… was I really out of it for that long?'

"Max Caulfield, open this door before I smash it in!"

Chloe.

Max is up in a second, unlocking the door and allowing Chloe inside. The taller girl is leaning against the frame, her face filled with annoyance, and just a bit of rage. However, when she finally get her eyes locked onto Max's, there was a look of relief that seemed to wash over her. In an instant, she had her arms around Max, asking over and over if she was okay.

She lets go, talking a mile a minute, and Max closes the door. She can see Chloe's lips as they move, but the words just won't quite reach her freckled ears. This is how she had spent her last twenty four hours. Max did not eat, she did not sleep, and it was also quite hard for her to hear anything that went on around her.

Chloe's lips stopped moving, coming to a slow halt as she furrowed her brows with concern.. Max walks back to the edge of the bed, sitting down and scooting against the far wall. She can feel some of her polaroids falling to the ground with the collision, but she does nothing to stop them. They no longer felt important. Instead, she pulls her knees up to her chest and hides her head, not even giving Chloe a second glance.

Chloe wanted Rachel, and Max was just trying to accept that. Heartbreak wasn't the easiest to get over, and there didn't seem to be a remedy to speed up the inflictions that it was causing.

She feels a soft push in the bed as Chloe sits down beside of her, scooting back towards the shorter girl. Chloe's arms wrap themselves around Max's shoulders and, suddenly, she is falling backwards onto the bed. There is a warmth beneath her, one that she has missed more than anything in the world.

"Max, I'm here now."

Those were the first words that she had heard in what felt like an eternity. They flowed into her ears like warmed maple syrup, causing her belly to flutter. It was the sudden thought of Rachel that poisoned the words completely. They crept into the dark place that her mind was transforming into, and she felt herself slipping back into the cracks of uncertainty.

Finally, Max did what she had been considering to do for the past twenty four hours:

She ran.