It is my deepest pleasure to have you reading my very first published fan fiction. So you know, I am writing this story with my friend, Haydon Darescog. Some of you may already know some of her work. This chapter is a sort of 'sample chapter' and we hope it will do well. Hopefully it'll show if people actually are able to find/enjoy the story, or we're just wasting our time. You're critiques are vital to the story, whether they are good or bad. Also, thank you to those few people who didn't skip over this whole thing, thinking it was a waste of time.

I do not own Dark Visions, nor do I own the Twilight Saga. Although we have slightly modernized the technology for sake of ease

This chapter was courtesy of Asha Childly

I can't believe we're finally going back, Kaitlyn Fairchild thought excitedly. She longed to feel the fresh breeze that blew from the ocean. She hurriedly climbed in the back of the car, joining Lewis Chao and Gabriel Wolfe. Anna Whiteraven and Rob Kessler climbed into the front, Lydia Zetes driving. The first to pull out, Lydia sped down the street. Behind them, Bri, Renny, and Marisol rode behind them in a car Kaitlyn didn't recognize, but decided it belonged to Mr. Zetes. Of course, he wouldn't be needing it anymore. After them, Joyce, Mac, Frost, and Tamsin pulled out in Joyce's convertible.

"You know," Kaitlyn said, leaning back in her seat, "I'd much rather visit Whiffen Spit again. Just for old time's sake." She sensed a wave of agreement in the web.

"Yeah, I miss that old place," Rob agreed. No surprise. He may have handed to torch off to Gabriel, but his feelings for Kaitlyn would always be the same. That wasn't the kind of thing that just went away.

The group decided that they would return to Whiffen Spit. Everyone had agreed easily to the idea. Even Gabriel only asked that this time they didn't get sent into the creek because of an astral projection of a goat. Lydia and Rob decided to take the 5 up to Olympia, then switching to the 101 to Port Angeles. It was much faster that way. Rob called Joyce and Marisol to explain the change of plans, telling them that they would meet them at the Queen Charlotte Islands maybe a day or so after. Surprisingly, the two women were perfectly okay with the plan.

Once everyone had agreed, Lydia pulled out onto the highway. They had lost Marisol and Joyce shortly after Rob had phoned them. Now they were, for once in their life, free. They weren't running away. No evil psychics were trying to kill them. Kaitlyn finally felt free to just relax. She snuggled up against Gabriel's side. He wrapped his arm around her, holding her to him. She could feel his child-like joy simply emanating from his body. Just having her close to him seemed to change him, both mentally and physically. Even now, he seemed...brighter. It was as if someone had put a candle inside him and now it was glowing out. And she knew, just from the way her held her, that he never wanted to let her go.

In front of them, Lydia's fingers gripped the wheel tightly, turning her knuckles white. She thought she'd be happy. Her father, the evil Mr. Zetes, was finally dead. She thought she'd be relieved, that she'd finally be able to live her life without fear. But even now, she still couldn't relax. She peered into her rear-view mirror. Kaitlyn was curled tightly to Gabriel's side. She envied her. All she wanted right now was someone who would hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay.

"Lydia!" Rob exclaimed from beside her just as a car horn blared from behind them. She jumped at the sounds and swerved back into her lane. Then she gave up and just pulled over.

"Oh, God," she groaned, resting her head on the steering wheel. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry! My head's just not in the right place right now."

"Maybe someone else should drive for a little while," he suggested, resting a hand on her shoulder. She nodded, wiping away tears. Rob turned around in his seat.

"Anybody want to drive?" he asked. From the way Lewis's eyes widened, it didn't look like he was up for the challenge. Gabe didn't look like he planned on moving for a while, and quite frankly, he didn't trust Kait to drive anymore. Looking beside him, he noticed that Anna was fast asleep. That left him as the only option. He undid his seatbelt and lifted Lydia over him. Once seated, he refastened and brought the ancient car back to life. Lydia settled in, eventually falling asleep.

Lewis sighed. He was afraid to drive. He had his licence, he'd passed the test, but he just couldn't do it. And Lydia was sobbing. He probably looked like a spineless, pathetic, useless blob of nothingness to her.

Suddenly, he felt something strange in the web. It felt like someone—Kaitlyn—was definitely not happy.

Lewis! she gasped, using their silent, telepathic communication, the ability Gabriel had so generously bestowed upon the five of them.

What? he grumbled back the same way.

Don't talk about yourself that way, she chastised. Lewis rubbed his forehead.

You heard that? he thought back. I thought you were asleep. He paused for a moment, then thought, It doesn't matter, thought. It's still true.

Kaitlyn's eyebrows furrowed, but her eyes were still closed.

You're not spineless, or pathetic, or useless! Especially not useless, she told him. Without you, I never would have been able to open the panel, and then we wouldn't have found the crystal!

Lewis thought about that. He had been the only one who knew how to open the panel that lead to a secret room which contained the evil crystal Mr. Zetes had used to do evil things.

Exactly! she encouraged. Plus, you're the greatest, sweetest, nicest, cutest psychokinetic I've ever met!

Lewis flushed slightly

And, Kaitlyn added quickly, I bet Lydia feels the same way.

Looking deeper into Lewis's mind, Kaitlyn saw how he saw Lydia. In his eyes, she was gorgeous. She saw a picture of Lydia, her soft, light face bright and lively. Her dark hair waved slightly in the gentle breeze. Her eyes sparkled like thousands of diamonds. Kait opened her eyes. They were sad.

"Oh, Lewis," she whispered. He sighed.

"I know," he said.

"If only you knew," she said. His ears perked up and she decided to continue. "She really likes you. If only you had the guts to say something to her."

This was not what Lewis was expecting. He figured he'd get something like "It's too bad that you don't know how to stay in you league" or "You're so hopelessly infatuated with her". He turned to look at Kaitlyn. She was looking back at him, only her head turning toward him.

Really? he said. He would hate for Lydia to hear him if she woke up. She actually...likes me? Kaitlyn smiled.

Yep, she said. She thinks your sweet, and I think you should go for it.

Lewis was encouraged. He nodded, grinning ear to ear. Kaitlyn gave him one last nod, then curled her body back up against Gabriel's. Lewis sat back. Kaitlyn waited until he looked like he wasn't listening. Then she nudged him gently with her head.

Are you awake? she asked softly. Gabe adjusted his sitting position underneath her.

Yes, he answered. She smiled gently. Why?

Remember that beach you showed me when they were keeping me in the tank? she asked. Gabriel stiffened. He didn't like to think about those—how many had it been? Fifteen?—hours she'd spent being tortured in the silent tank. But it wasn't just her being tortured; he'd hurt himself, cutting his arms just to keep her sane.

Yes, I remember.

Well, I want to go there someday.

Gabriel sighed. He moved his hand farther down Kait's back.

We'll see, was all he said.

Rob listened to Kait and Gabe behind him. He really, truly did love her, and she him. He needed her. Not just her energy but her presence in itself. How long, he wondered. How long had she loved him, hidden what she felt for him? How long had he been lied to?

So many questions Rob wanted to ask. So many questions...he knew couldn't be answered. He'd told Kait himself that she was free to do whatever she wanted, to love whoever she wanted. But he knew. He knew that something like that, something like what he felt for Kaitlyn, doesn't just go away after she starts dating someone else. It doesn't go away even if you start dating someone else. That's something that stays with you forever.

Wow, he mused. Less than a week ago I learned how to love. And now, after only that short week, the girl who'd shown me to love showed me how to hurt, as well.

After several hours, Rob finally reached Olympia. He pulled off at an exit into town to get something for them to eat and do whatever else needed doing. It was getting late and they still had three hours to get to Port Angeles. Rob bought something for them to eat, using most of the money they had brought with them. Once everyone was done and the car was refilled with gas, they got back on the road and got on to the 101, headed for Port Angeles.

The next three hours were dull. Gabriel decided to drive them to Port Angeles. He complained about how much the stick shift sucked on multiple occasions. For the rest of the drive, everyone pretty much just slept. It had been a rough day for all of them.

Finally, Gabriel announced that they'd reached Port Angeles. They'd made it. Fifteen hours in one go. Gabriel turned off the highway and headed into the city streets. Outside, the sun was just about to set, casting a red-gold shadow over the city. The shadow moved his mind to Kaitlyn, the way that she had always seemed to be red-gold to his mind.

"I can't believe your car actually made it this far!" Lewis exclaimed, breaking Gabriel's concentration.

Of course, he'd spoken to soon. As if on cue, the engine sputtered and the machine refused to budge.

"Great going," Gabriel said. Lewis looked like he was trying to turn invisible.

"It doesn't matter," Lydia groaned. "This thing was on its last legs anyways. We probably just eased it's pain."

In front of them, a police cruiser was parked on the curb. Kaitlyn and Rob got out. Gabriel stayed in his seat. He had a thing about cops.

As Kait and Rob got to the driver's window of the cruiser, they noticed that someone was inside. Kaitlyn tapped lightly on the window. The cop rolled it down.

"Can I help you, Ma'am?" he asked. She noted that he wasn't really wearing a uniform, although he did have a—what are those things called? Weapon belts? He was slightly balding and had a moustache like a caterpillar growing on his upper lip.

"Um, yeah. You see our car broke down just behind you there"—she jerked her head toward Lydia's car—"and we were wondering if you could help us."

"Well, there's lots of nice motels and inns and things around here—"

"Another problem," Rob interrupted. "We don't have any money."

"Oh," was all the officer said. He seemed to be juggling alternate options. "I suppose that my daughter and I would be happy to accommodate you for the night. If that isn't to...weird?"

Gabriel would be thrilled, Kaitlyn thought sarcastically to Rob. He nodded his agreement.

Guys, he thought toward the car. What's your opinion on staying in a cops house for the night?

Anna and Lewis responded with a quick Not a problem. But Gabriel, as expected, did not agree.

No way am I staying at a cop's place! Every police station in the country has a warrant for my arrest! God knows he could have wanted pictures of me all over his house! I've killed two people, I'm still violating my parole, and I've been working for a mad man for...two, three days!

Gabriel, it's our only chance! Kait encouraged. Suddenly, it seemed her thoughts were veiled from everyone but him. Gabe's opinion seemed to change awfully quickly, but he regained his composure and simply said, Fine.

The cop looked utterly confused. All he'd seen were two teenagers standing silently by his window for almost two minutes. Then Kaitlyn looked grateful and sweet.

"We would be honoured," she said. "You hospitality would be appreciated."

The cop smiled. "Good to hear. The name's Swan. Charlie Swan. Just you kids get in the car. Double up if you need to."

Laid back cop, Kait thought. She waved the other four over to the car. Officer Swan—later correcting her as Chief Swan—was surprised to see so many kids, but kept his cool as they piled in the back of the cruiser.

"Next stop: Forks, Washington."