Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Angel. I just borrow James Cameron's characters and play with them!

A/N: As you can see I have rewritten the chapters, because after a while I ran out of ideas. I've added several things. So please read the Story from the beginning. If you like the story feel free to leave a Review or a PM. :D.

Restless Nights

The young girl jumped abruptly from her sleep. She looked panicky and hectically through the moonlit master-bedroom to make sure she was alone. She still had that uneasy feeling that someone was watching her, but no one was there. Sweat ran down her temples and her chest rose and fell in quick shallow breaths.

She had this horrible nightmare again. The nightmare she'd had ever since she was a little girl. It scared her make her sick.

~ These dreams always began so beautiful! ~ She thought sadly. It was that particular dream again, the one she had so often dreamed and yet dreamed again. The dream where she was with him and those beautiful blue eyes of his, the she longed for, all of her life.

Maxine Guevara beat the blanket aside, and sat down on the edge of her bed an tried to claim down.

She put her head in her hands and took deep breaths. Her heart was beating like a wild drum against her chest and her blood rushed in her ears. This fucking dream always leave her breathless and scared, like she was once again in this fucking woods. She shook her Head. One looked at her alarm clock on the bedside table told her that it was 3:50 am.

How the hell was she supposed to go back to sleep now?

~ Damn ~ She closed her eyes and fell back onto the bed. It was senseless to even think of sleep now. Max lay there and thought, about the Beautiful part of the dream, the part where she could see him, be with him and where she could be happy- at least for a few hours.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Dream ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

It was another one of those rare sunny day in Seattle. There were not one dark cloud on the Sky. They sat together in the garden. While she was reading a book, Her Husband sat across from her and wrote something in his notebook. ~ Probably one of his poems again ~ The woman thought and smiled beautifully at him. She watched him for a moment. His light brown hair was a little to long and fall into his forehead. She could not remember how many times she had asked him to have his haircut but she had to admit that, she liked his hair like this it made him look younger and more carefree. He wore wire-rimmed glasses that framed his beautiful eyes, and made him look intelligent and very attractive at the same time. Oh god, she could look at him all day long. Her eyes fell on the stubble on his cheek, he hadn't shave in days again, she could not say she mind. She remembered how that stubble felt when he kissed her skin. She must have made a noise, because his hand was suddenly on her hand and squeezed it gently. She looked up at him and realized, that he watched her amused.

His look told her that he knew exactly what she had thought. "Sorry, couldn't help it." she said apologetic. He didn't say anything, just nodded and smiled as he guided her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. "Would you believe me, if I said, I don't mind!" He asked after a while. She gave him a dazzling smile, leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, "Don't I do that every time, sweetheart?"

As an answer he kissed her again, this time more passionate.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ End of Dream~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

~Then all hell broke loose and the beautiful Dream turned into a nightmare.~ Max thought as a Tear rolled down her cheek, Max sat upright in her bed and stared at the wall in front of her. She did not wonder for the first time, if he was out there in the world somewhere. If he couldn't sleep, either. And if he was just as alone, as she was?

Very unlikely! If he was actually out there somewhere, than he was probably married to a beautiful woman and had one or two children. Men like him did not remain alone for long.

And what about Max? Now she lay alone in her bed, brooding over her present life. After her parents had died at an car accident last summer, Max was alone in the world. An orphan, of course she had family, but most of them lived on the east coast. Sometimes she felt so lonely, that was the fate of a only children. Maybe that was why Max had returned to Seattle, because she was so lonely. Max secretly hoped to find a new home here in this city she had considered her home so long ago. But this City had chanced so much, but sometimes she found places in this new Seattle that was so unfamiliar to her, that reminded her of Memory's of this life she shouldn't know about. Like when she was sitting on the campus of the University of Washington under a tree and reading a book on her tablet. On times like that she closed her eyes and imagined himself sitting under a tree in the garden of the Wenden House, and for just a Moment, she thought that she was Liliana again and that Lucas was just around the next corner, and ready to join his wife. But that was all complete nonsense, she was no longer Liliana Wenden but Max guevara and this was not 1865 but 2019. ~154 years ago-a lifetime ago~. Max thought

There was no point in sleeping anymore, so she got up and went to her bathroom to take a shower. She turned on the shower and undressed herself, than stepped und the spray of the warm water.

As she stood under the water her mind went back to Lucas. She missed him terribly. The warmth that surrounded her, every time he had taken her in his arms. His smile, that he had given her and his deep gentle voice when he told her that everything would be fine and that he loved her more than everything in the world.

"Lucas..." she whispered „...where are you?"

Max broke down in the shower and cried. She cried for the both them and for what they had lost and she was scared. She was scared, that the little evil voice at the back of her head, the one that sounded so much like, Sophie telling her over and over again, that she was alone on this world. That she wouldn't get the chance to see look in Lucas blue eyes again or hear him whisper in her ears at night, just how much he loved her. And somehow Max, knew that there was chance,that this little evil voice was right.

Meanwhile, in an other part of Seattle

The penthouse was dark and quiet, except for moaning and whispering that seemed to come out of the bedroom. There was only one person laying in the bed and rolled over from one to another side of the bed. Trapped in a terrible nightmare, sweat was running down his forehead. All of a sudden the man woke up and looked around the dark room. For a Moment he didn't know where he was. He looked around the room again, searching for someone. Where was she? Where was Liliana? They had just been sitting together in the garden behind the house? Liliana had just kissed him. He could still feel and taste her lips on his. He touched his lips. Yes, she was just there with him. And now here he sat alone in his bed. Dripping with sweat and confuse. The realization, hit him hard. It was all a dream, just a fucking dream again. She was never there in the first place.

Logan Cale, looked at his alarm clock. It was 4:00 in the morning. He took the alarm clock, ripped it from the bedside table and threw it against the wall. "Fuck!" Logan yelled. ~It was just a damned dream again.~

How could this all been a fucking dream? It was all to real to be just a dream! He could still feel her Hand in his, taste her lips, smell her scent in the room. How was this possible? It was unfair that fate showed her to him in his dreams. Was that all he ever got, the way it always would be, that he could be with Liliana but only in his dreams, but never in real life? There wasn't a time, when she was not on his mind. Logan had tried to move on with his life, without her by his side. Logan dated many woman in the past and tried to have relationships, but it never worked out, the girls he went out with couldn't compare with her in any way.

As he was laying there his mind went back to the dream.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~Dream~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Oh dear God, she was his everything. So beautiful and stunning he hadn't enough words to tell her how much he really loved her. She had that incredible smile and he swear that she only smiled for him the way she did and for him only. When he first saw her it was like he found the missing part of himself. Lucas had to make her his forever, so no one else would ever take her away from him.

After they had kissed, Liliana stood up to check on the plants in the greenhouse. That didn't bother Lucas, he knew very well that he could not stop his wife, when she had made up her mind.

He sipped on his coffee before he began to write again. The kiss had inspired him to write a new poem. He had just written down the first words when he heard a loud heart-piercing scream. Liliana's scream! Lucas jumped up and ran as fast as his legs was caring him, over to the direction of the greenhouse to make sure, that everything was fine with his wife. Lucas hoped that Liliana had just cut her finger or something. Maybe it was a joke, god he hoped that she was just playing him one of her jokes. She knew that he hated them, but that didn't stop her to do them anyway, that was just her way to gave him a heart attack.

Lucas yanked the door to the greenhouse open and stepped into it and looked around. "Liliana?" He called. No answer.

"Liliana, come out that's not funny!" Where was she? He just wanted to check the back of the room, as he saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. He suspected that it was Liliana and was about to turn to her, when he got a hard blow on the head and the world around him went black.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~End of the Dream~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

~Damn!~ Logan thought. Logan was not really a morning person, but it was senseless to even think about getting some sleep, now. He could not sleep, anyway. Liliana dominated all of his thoughts.

There were this one thing he couldn't understand, why had Liliana screamed? And who had knocked Lucas out. That never happened in real life, he was sure about that, but something was wrong with the picture. He was missing out something really important here.

If he could not sleep anymore he just as well could get up and get prepare for his new job at the University of Washington. God knows, why Logan had agreed to do this job, in the first place. He was going to teach literature, until John Miller, the dean, had found a replacement for Mr. Hopkins. He wasn't into teaching, because, Logan knew very well, that collage-kids could be hard to handle, hell, he had be one of them in the past.

At this early hour he desperately needed Coffee was getting ready as he went to the master bathroom to take a quick shower and begin his day.

Thirty minutes later, Logan stepped out of his shower, took a towel and put it around the hips he went into his bedroom to get dressed before he got himself a breakfast.

He was about to step out of the room, as a thought crossed his mind. For months now, Logan had the feeling that Liliana was closer to him, than ever before. He knew it somehow that she was close, he just had to find her, but where should he start, that was the question.

"I don't give up on you, my love," he said into the room, "I will find you, Liliana. I promise and when I do, you will never leave me again.

Every night when Logan went to bed, he prayed to whoever was up there, that he would see her in his dream, just so he could be with her, kiss her or simply watch her gardening.

Yes, of course the dreams were good ,at least for a while, but it wasn't enough anymore. Logan needed her here with him in person.

Logan had the feeling,that she was somewhere out there, waiting for him to find her. And he promised he wouldn't stop searching for his love and bring her back home to him and into his arms and his bed, where she belonged.