No Place Like...
Summary: She still dreamed about him, even a year later as if he wasn't dead.
I'm going to die. I'm gonna die.
Max struggled, she felt the strong arms that held her clamp down, tighter. There's nothing I can do, it's hopeless. She thought. Her eyesight began to dim and the darkness began to set in. She couldn't feel any part of her body anymore. " Ben, Ben stop!" She had lost to much blood from the gun shot wound that was in her leg.
" What's a matter, Maxie?" She heard his voice whisper in her ear. " Afraid to wake up dead?"
No!
Heart pounding and gasping for air Max shot up in bed, her mouth dropped in a silent scream. Sunlight streaming in from her window, lighting up the room. She began to calm down. It was just a dream. Just another stupid fucking dream about Ben again. Max began to wonder when and if she would ever get any peace, not bloody likely with Alec going around wearing her brother's face.
She tossed aside her covers and eyed her clock. 10AM it read. She cursed, she was late once again and she still needed to go and see Logan this morning. She'd just have to bypass Logan till later, she couldn't risk getting fired, but at the rate she was going, she'd spend the rest of her life job-less.
" But, what could happen?" Max winced, she couldn't believe she uttered those words. It was like she sealed her fate for something bad to happen and with her dream this morning scaring her like that, she decided she deserved some time off. " You know what... OC will cover for me. Right now there is no place like home."
A/N: Hey everyone! Looks like I've finished another little one-shot. Hope you've enjoyed it.
-Fiona12690