The blackness of the night never scared Sarah before, but now on this cloudy, silent, black night Sarah realized she was terrified. She wasn't scared for herself, worried maybe but not scared. She definitely wasn't scared for Fee, he was safe in the car. She wasn't scared for Kira for now because no one really knew who she was so they couldn't know her daughter. No, Sarah was scared for Paul. A revelation in itself because up until today she had no idea if Paul was even going to stick by her. Sarah wasn't sure about her monitor, he was smart, calculating, brutal, hot as fuck, but more recently she had realized he also had a heart. She quickly made a phone call before heading into what would surely be one of the most dangerous things she had ever done.

"Stupid bloody heart," she muttered as she ran into the underground club. She realized Paul's heart was the one reason she had decided she couldn't leave him behind. She realized that in that 1 minute phone call he didn't have to say 'I love you' because 'RUN' said enough. 'RUN' said I am giving up myself, my life, my body, my future so you can go on with yours, so your daughter can go on with hers. So she couldn't leave him there because for the first time in Sarah's life she felt important, cherished even by a man.

As she inched along the basement walls trying to find anything that resembled an office that she assumed Olivier would be in all she could feel was scared. The hallways were plain, cold, damp and lined with cameras. Sarah scoffed and pulled her hood up. "Come on Paul, where are you?" she whispered.

"Hey you, what are you doing down here?"

'FUCK,' Sarah thought. She turned around slowly as to assess any danger that may be aimed her way soon. She turned to see a tall blonde in her late 30's with one white silver eye. She could take this bitch if necessary. Not that she would want that surrounded by these cameras but if necessary she could.

"Yeah, I'm looking for Olivier."

"And who are you?" She sneered.

"I'm…" Sarah faltered. Now would not be a good time to let the whole world know who she was or that she had a family, a child. "I'm Beth, Beth Childes."

The blonde's eyes shifted in recognition. 'Double FUCK' Sarah thought. What if it all ends here? What if this woman was given orders to shoot on site? Sarah's whole body tensed.

"Right this way Ms. Childes." The woman calmly spoke instead.

Sarah was led down a long winding corridor that was so dark at the end she couldn't see her hand in front of her face, until she turned a corner and saw a doorway illuminated by one single dim light bulb. The woman pulled back the door and began speaking to someone Sarah couldn't quite see yet.

"Beth to see you."

"Well this is unexpected."

The door was drawn open and she was shoved inside, and there he sat tied to a chair. "Paul," she whispered. His head slumped. He heard her, his Sarah, though when he had become his Sarah he wasn't sure of yet.

"I told you to run!" he rasped.

"Yeah I don't do run." She countered as Olivier approached her forwardly. Examining her before walking back to his desk. She had to touch him. Everything in her screamed to reach out and let him know it was okay. But it wasn't okay, she was sure of at least that. Though while Olivier had his back turned toward them she reached for him at the very same moment he leaned into her. It wasn't much, her hand went to the back of his head as he rested it on her hip bone. Almost as if they whispered a silent 'I'm here for you if you need it.' Their moment was very short lived however. Interrupted by Olivier ending his phone call and starting with Sarah again.

"I've never actually seen one of you in the flesh before. You're even more exquisite in person," Olivier said as he sauntered back to her.

"He thinks you're the killer." Paul whispered.

"Me? You've got it all wrong." Sarah said hastily trying to explain their way out of this if she could.

He smirked and turned from her. "We have medical evidence that proves your not Beth." He deadpanned and motioned to her file.

"Huh, how can you tell that if we're genetically identical?" Sarah mocked.

"I'm not a scientist." He countered.

"Well you've still got the wrong girl. The one who's killing us is blonde, she's Ukrainian, she's a religious nut." She reasoned evenly.

"You've created a whole new brand of frachrisite." Olivier wondered out loud.

'God he wasn't listening!' Sarah thought 'This is over and I haven't even been able to explain myself.' "You're not listening! It's not me!"

"Exquisite." Olivier mumbled as he advanced on her. Paul immediately tensed in his chair next to Sarah, praying that nothing would happen to her for her responses. Sarah recognized the situation was getting out of control. If she couldn't make him see reason maybe she could barter with him.

"What do you people want?" She pleaded.

"The future." He responded quickly.

This was going nowhere and Sarah's temper was getting the better of her. "A self-directed evolution? You want to grow a tail that's your business," she spat.

"Oh you know about my modest enhancement?" Olivier bragged.

"You've got a tail?" Paul asked disgustedly.

"The fact that I can have a tail, millions of years after we shed it, reminds me of what we can achieve." He whispered to Sarah as he reached out to caress her face. She jerked back unconsciously. This man was disgusting she could tell. She got the creeps just from standing in his office. 'Honestly, the freak with the tail.' She thought as she carefully masked her face of any emotion.

"Would you like to see it?" He asked advancing further upon her person. She saw red from having her space be invaded so easily and quickly smacked his hand away. "God no!" she ground out.

He didn't listen to her and began disrobing slowly. He quickly took off his jacket and neatly laid it across Paul's outstretched legs as he began explaining while fiddling with his belt. "Argentinian bio-hack, blood flow, nerve endings, warm to the touch, but it is merely performance art compared to you. You are our greatest achievement." He said as he unbuttoned his pants.

Sarah was pacing in a small line by the point he finished with his pants and began to ease them off. Paul started panicking. The tension in the atmosphere had risen so quickly he was sure this was the breaking point in which either he or Sarah died. Olivier looked at Sarah and smirked, just as his phone rang on the desk again. "Perhaps later." He whispered as he went to answer the phone. Turning from Sarah and Paul again to begin another phone conversation about having her in custody.

Sarah rushed back to Paul, yanking Olivier's jacket of his legs and throwing it to the floor. He leaned into her again seeking anything he could from her in what was sure to be their last minutes. She caressed his face as she looked into his eyes silently begging for him to let this be. Let them take her. Before she could retract her hand a bag was thrown over her head and then her hands were zip tied behind her back. 'Well I suppose this is my last FUCK,' she thought. As someone began leading her down what she assumed as a hallway. 'Please let Paul be okay. Please let him make it through this,' she chanted in her head. Before coming to a stop and being seated on what she though was high enough to be a table.

'Come on rescue psycho!' She thought as she waited a few more minutes. Then all at once she heard an incredible bang and then a loud thud as if someone right next to her had dropped to the ground. A hand reached out to her face, and she jerked back trying to avoid any danger she could.

"Shhh Shhh Shhh. Hello friend." Helena hissed.

"Oh god about time." Sarah rasped and struggled against her bonds. She didn't know if this was a bad idea. Who was to say that Helena wouldn't just kill her there as well for being one of the clones? She prayed that that wasn't the case and Helena really did want Olivier more.

"Do you want to be saved?" She hissed out violently again.

"Yes Helena untie me." Sarah begged as she continued to struggle.

"I want a name first." Helena mocked as she put her hands to Sarah's throat, lightly applying pressure to let Sarah know she was serious.

"I gave you a name, I gave you Olivier," Sarah shouted as she continued to struggle. She refused to die here alone without Paul by the hands of one of her clones!

"I want the name of a sheep." Helena whispered as she applied more pressure. Sarah's air supply was quickly diminishing. She would be helpless and unconscious very soon.

"Okay… Okay I will give you a name." She rasped out quickly. "Sarah. Sarah Manning." Helena immediately took her hands off Sarah.

"Fine you get to live and I get to play with the shepherd." Helena hissed quickly cutting Sarah's bonds and removing the bag from her head. Sarah was momentarily blinded by the fluorescently lit room, but when she regained her sight Helena was stripping off her jacket, and Sarah realized she was to do the same. Helena grabbed Sarah's and tossed hers to the ground. Sarah watched perplexed for all of about half a second as Helena threw her jacket on and zipped it up, and then slowly perched upon the table as she began stuffing her curly blonde hair into the same bag that was over Sarah's head, before she slipped it over her face. Sarah grabbed Helena's jacket off the ground, turned, and started sprinting.

"Please be alive. Please be alive. Please be alive." Sarah whispered as she ran back in the direction she had come from. As she ran she heard the door swing open and footsteps advance in her direction. 'Shit someone had seen her!' She turned into another hallway and pressed herself as far against the wall as she could as the person ran past. It was Olivier running towards the room she had just left Helena in. 'Maybe he hadn't seen her disappear?' When she could no longer hear his footsteps she started running again. Finally reaching the door she skidded to a stop almost flinging herself into the door itself. 'What if he's dead? What if there is blood everywhere? If he is I can't leave him here.' A million things ran through Sarah's head as she tentatively slide the door away hoping no one was left in the office except Paul.

When she opened it fully there he was sitting in the same chair. No blood, no bruises, no bullets. "PAUL!" She shouted and ran to his side. He turned his head as far as he could to see her as soon as possible.

"Sarah we have to go. Olivier just got in with Helena she is either going to kill him quickly or he is going to subdue her. We have to go!" he yelled.

"I know. I know." Sarah yelled back as she spotted the knife on Olivier's desk. She quickly lunged for it and cut Paul loose as quickly as she could. He grabbed her hand and started running. He had been here many times, he knew exactly where he was in these underground tunnels and he knew exactly how to get out. Sarah had no idea where they were. She just held his hand and ran behind him. Before she knew it the cool night air, that had been so still earlier, hit her face like a blessing. Paul spotted his car and knew Sarah must have brought it with her. He realized from 100 yards that her brother Felix was already sitting in the driver's seat and the car was already running. She ran straight into the car, making Felix jump at the sudden intrusion.

"Fee unlock the door hurry!" Sarah screamed. Felix hit the button and shifted into drive at the same time as Paul ripped open the back door of the car grabbed Sarah and literally flung his body inside with her on top of him. She squeaked and jerked upright and slammed the car door closed as Felix tore out of the parking lot.

"The apartment Fee, we can't go back home they will be looking for us." Sarah begged her brother as she looked at Paul for approval. He nodded and grabbed her hand as if at any second she would slip through his fingers.

"Sarah, I mean honestly a little notice would have been nice," Felix tried to joke as he nervously sped through traffic. Only stopping once they reached the urban flat on the other side of town. They all cautiously got out of the car and Paul immediately went to the trunk and retrieved a screw driver. He began unscrewing all car's plates so it would not be recognizable to anyone who started looking for them.

"Felix where is your car?" Paul asked. Felix pointed to the run down sedan. Paul briskly did the same and unscrewed Felix's plates and returned to the SUV and attached them there instead. Sarah just watched silently as the night began to catch up with her. Tears slowly making their way into her eyes. She couldn't control them. The night had been too hard on her and she sniffled alerting the two men that she was in fact crying. Paul jerked his head up in search of Sarah when he heard the sound. He had finished the plates and threw the screw driver back into the truck before bounding over to her.

Sarah merely reached for him as he connected forcefully with her body. Felix stepped around them and ran up the stairs motioning to Paul to follow to the apartment. Paul picked Sarah up and followed behind Felix. The apartment was just as colorful as always as Felix rolled back the door. It felt safe to Sarah. Paul looked around and decided to sit himself on the couch with Sarah on his lap. Felix sat across from them. It felt over, she felt safe, so she cried. She couldn't help it, it all just sprang forth it was unstoppable. She thought that Paul would let her be, or have Felix comfort her as he thought out a plan. Instead he just cradled her to his chest and ran a hand through her hair as she cried it out.

"Shhh Sarah it's okay. We are safe now. I'm here. I'm fine. You're fine. Felix is fine. Your daughter is fine. You did it. It is over." He whispered over and over. Felix felt the tension and thought the new couple may need some time.

"Well three's a crowd so I'm going to go get drunk by myself at Billy's bar," he said as he slid his jacket back out. Sarah tensed but she realized no one knew where they were, no one had seen Fee, and if Fee left he would be fine because no one was looking for him.

When the door slammed shut Paul couldn't help but feel a little more at ease being with just Sarah. He felt a little guilty because he knew Felix was Sarah's closest family but he didn't know Felix yet and wasn't sure if he totally trusted him yet. He seemed like a likable guy.

"Sarah?" Paul whispered. She nodded against his chest to let him know she heard him. "Maybe we should move you to the bed. I think it would be good for you to rest some. You seem like you may be experiencing a little post-traumatic stress." She nodded again.

He picked her up and moved her to the bed. He pulled back the covers and tucked her in. As he turned to leave the bed and see if there was any coffee in the apartment he could make, she lunged for his arm, grabbing ahold of his sleeve. He looked down at her fingers gripping his wrist so tight her knuckles were beginning to turn white. He followed her hand to her arms, up her shoulders to her face, which was still covered in tear tracks, until he got to her eyes. What he saw there made his heart skip a beat. Her eyes were pleading, haunting, he saw so many emotions floating between them. Moments passed, before she whispered, "Stay. Please."