A/N: Hi everybody, my name is Abigail, and I am completely obsessed with Finding Sky - aren't we all? So this is the first chapter of my first ever fanfiction - Remembering Jessica. It surrounding the Benedict family, but it is Will's Soulfinder story. Please, Please, Please review and let me know what you think! It would mean a lot!

So here it is, Remembering Jessica;

Warminster, England, Thursday 11th November -1:25 pm

I shielded my eyes as I walked down the sidewalk, no matter where I was facing, the stupid sun seemed to be in my eyes wherever I looked! Unhooking my sunglasses from their place onto of my head, I covered my eyes, sighing in relief at my escape from the glaring light.

I felt my stomach rumble and smiled slightly, I was starving. Quickly texting Lola to let her know I was on my way, I rushed down the street to get to the restaurant quicker.

As I rushed along, I felt the hairs stand up on the back of my neck, a clear indication that somebody was watching me. Slowing my pace, I turned slowly to look at my surroundings - no one in sight. Paranoid, and slightly freaked out, I picked up my pace.

Soon enough I reached the small Italian restaurant, with my even smaller best friend stood near the entrance, gazing at her phone screen. As always, Lola Stewart was dressed to absolute perfection and looked like the fashionista she was. Her gorgeous long black hair reached her waist, with a small French plait braid circling the top of her head - a complicated hairstyle I could only dream of doing with my fumbling fingers. Unbeknown to her, she had the attention of every male around her, whilst she subconsciously twisted her hair and pouted at her phone screen. Feeling mischievous, I decided to take full advantage of her little attention to her surroundings, creeping up to her slowly and shaking her shoulders.

Giving out a shriek, she tries to keep her grip on her phone, eyes wild and breathing erratic... until she notices its only me.

"Cow" She shoots, glaring at me with amusement twinkling in her eyes. I watched as several guys all sit back in the seats, all having risen to the beautiful girls aid. shaking my head I let out a laugh - she had half the male population wrapped around her little finger and she didn't even know it.

"Sorry - I couldn't help myself" I giggled as we walked into the restaurant. coming to a stop when I feel the familiar sickening feeling that once again, I was being watched. Turning around I see nothing by the waitress showing a small elderly couple to their seats, and further on in the distance a teenage girl walking a dog.

Shaking my head, I turn my attention back to Lola, who to my surprise was already staring straight back at me, concern evident on her light face.

"What's up Jessie?" She asks, absent-mindedly sliding into a small booth for two, me across from her.

Shaking my head I smirk, "It's nothing - I just keep thinking somebody is following me - just being paranoid."

However, Lola didn't share the joke, instead, her face still stayed concerned. She lowered her voice to a whisper "Have you used your gift to double check?"

I shake my head. "No, no way. You know better than to even mention it."

She sighed. "I know - but it would help you know - the longer you don't use it, the harder it will be -I have never met anybody with a gift like yours"

I feel the rush of overwhelming emotion take over my body, emotions I have hidden so well. I look down at the table, pulling at the napkin underneath my cutlery. I tear small pieces of, tearing them into tiny squares. Realising I wasn't going to reply, Lola continued. "You're parents -" She hesitated as I took a sharp intake of breath, and reached over to grasp my hand. "They wouldn't want you to live like this Jess - you know that! What happened to them was horrific and heartbreaking but if you continue to live half a life, you wouldn't be doing anything but causing yourself pain. I know it's hard sweetie, but even if you just give it a go - that all they ever want! For you to be happy!"

She was right, I knew she was. My parents had been amazing, and selfless and caring... and murdered. Horrifically in front of my own eyes. Part of the savant net, my parents were the gems of the foundation, a peacemaker couple - dubbed capable of solving almost any conflict! But apparently doing the right thing left you with a target on your back, being a savant was simply too dangerous. Lola was only trying to help me, as she had many times before but I could help but feel the anger build in my chest and I clenched my teeth so hard that I could taste the metallic taste of blood from my bitten tongue. She simply didn't know.

Didn't know what it was like when I first discovered my gift. Didn't know what it was like experiencing it with my parents. Didn't know what it was like dreaming of being exactly like her parents, her heroes. And she didn't know what it was like to watch it all come apart by evil.

No, Lola wasn't right, I wasn't scared of using my gift, or of the dangers it had caused my parents. I was scared of using it without them, of moving on. My gift was something I had always shared with my parents, and I wouldn't couldn't use it now they were gone - because then I would loose that last small shred of them that were still here with me, held in a precious memory.

So in that very moment, I did what I do best, I lied.

Painting on my best smile, I looked Lola straight in the eyes and nodded. "You're right - they would. I will start using my gift, soon. I promise"

Lola nodded, grinning right back at me. "Good now what are you ordering, I'm starving"

I grabbed the menu and started searching through the option, my hunger returning like the plague! However, I only got so far when I heard a choked cry escape from Lola's mouth. Looking up sharply I had merely a second to take in her white, terrified expression before everything erupted into complete chaos.

I lay as still as I could on the stone floor as the climbed over the body's and through the debris of the once quiet Italian restaurant. I felt silent tears roll down my cheeks as my nostrils filled with the rancid smell of burning flesh and my ears the anguished screams of children, women and men. Keeping my eyes screwed shut, I prayed as hard as could for something, anything to save us. As the tortured gunshots began, my heart was beating so loud I could feel the pumping in my ears - They were killing the survivors.

The crunch of boots approached me and I felt myself begin to shake. "Found her!" One of the shouted as they dragged me up roughly. Terrified I began to scream, kick, bite, fight -but nobody hears me as I was dragged away, through the back and out of the door, when we reached the back entrance of the restaurant I was thrown into the arms of another man who dragged me towards a van by my hair. Screaming in agony I cried and begged, but the men simply spoke over me.

"Her friend - the one she was with. Go back and make sure she's dead" He ordered, and my first captor nodded turning back to kill the only family I had left.

"NO!" I screamed "Help! Somebody help me!"

My kidnapper simply laughed, as I cried and screamed enraged that I couldn't protect Lola. Until a cold voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Freeze FBI!"