A/N: Thank you for all the reviews! This next chapter is mostly about Erin's feelings, and what two of her friends think about what happened in the last few chapters in 'The Story Of Erin.' It's kind of one of those chapters that make you either want to go "Aww…" or, "What the f!" Hopefully, you guys will think it's an "Aww…" one. Heh.

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Chapter 1: I Got You

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O.C.: Sector four? I ain't goin' all the way out there. It's raining.

Normal: Is it raining in Seattle? Stop the presses.

-O.C. and Normal (Designate This)

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'Can you help me I'm bent

I'm so scared that I'll never

Get put back together'

-Matchbox Twenty (Bent)

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It had been less than 24 hours since all had gone to hell. Dawn was close but had yet to break. The sky was still black and the rain was still falling heavily, yet Erin somehow knew with certainty that it would happen in less than 2 hours. She hadn't been able to sleep, hadn't even tried. She'd gone back up to the derelict restaurant, sat on the floor with her back to the inner wall near the lifts and looked out through broken glass watching the rain fall and allowing herself to seethe in a way she hadn't let herself do since arriving in Terminal City. Her life officially sucked. She had nowhere to go, had no idea how to get her questions answered and she still had no idea if she was ever getting home or how she could go about it. She'd turned into some kind of monster- literally and she was alone. She was also extremely pissed off with the fact that a jump off of the space needle hadn't solved her problems. As a matter of fact, in her current state of mind, it made things worse. To say that she was in a bad mood was an understatement.

Standing up, Erin wandered over to a window and looked out. Her clothes had dried yet she hadn't really noticed. She hadn't really noticed anything, her thoughts taking up most of her concentration. For instance, question one: What the hell was she!

Erin swung herself up onto the dome, not feeling the rain as it pelted her skin with icy water. Was she some kind of weapon? A mutant? A hybrid? What! If it weren't for certain traumatic experiences in her childhood, she'd have been raised completely normal back home in Britain. So why did this happen now?

Questions two and three: Why now? And what triggered it? It could be any number of things- being in a different reality, she could've been exposed to something, or it could've been something that was going to happen all along- something in her DNA that had lay dormant until this moment in time. It could've been triggered by her age, or by some kind of virus.

Question 4: Why did she have weird flashes of the past? At least she thought it was the past. The place she was in looked so primitive in it's way, yet nothing like she'd ever seen before. It really must be the past. There were nothing of modern design that she had seen in them at all. It also felt old- like a memory, though she knew for a fact that she wasn't that person, that she wasn't from that place- she just didn't do those things. A voice in her head questioned what exactly it was that she had done before in TC. If it wasn't the same thing then what the hell was it?

Did these visions have something to do with what she was and why she was like this now?

Question 5: What was the link to the cult? They knew about her, knew her name, knew what she could do… mostly. They feared her, yet would want her to join them. It was obvious that they saw her as a threat to their plans whatever they were.

Question 6: Could she ever learn how to control these new instincts and powers? Was she stuck like this or could it possibly be a one off deal that would end soon? God, she hoped it was the latter.

Erin looked down at the city, watching the glittering lights, feeling the dawn getting closer. It seemed so unreal, but then, everything about her life now was. She glanced down at her arms covered in swirling black tattoos. They stood out starkly against her pale skin.

The only way she could think of getting her answers was from a member of the breeding cult. Sandeman would be the best bet but she had no idea how she could find him or if he was even alive anymore. The only other choice was White and she wasn't going back where she wasn't wanted. She had never inflicted her presence on anyone and she wasn't going to start now.

Down below her, she caught sight of two motorbikes coming to a stop at the base of the needle.

Erin heard herself growl and forced her mouth shut. She was Erin now, not that monster. Folding her arms, she remained where she was and waited to see who it was and what they wanted.

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Zack and Mole got off the bikes and made their way inside to the bank of lifts. They ignored them, doubting their safety and made their way to the stairs.

"Okay," Mole growled around the cigar in his mouth, he held a helmet in one hand, the other was surprisingly empty, but he wasn't unarmed. He had a glock in the pocket of his jacket. "How the hell are we gonna do this? I mean, the kid left for a reason, don't you think it would be a wise choice to let her stay away?"

Zack shook his head, "Max had a dream, thinks Erin will do something drastic."

"The kid always had a good head on her shoulders before." Mole looked around the narrow space as they made their way steadily upwards, neither rushing.

"Exactly, but she's not really herself now, is she?" Zack shrugged, "Max thinks it'll be safer if Erin stayed in TC. I'm actually beginning to see her point, and besides…" Zack gave the lizard-like transgenic a sideways glance, "do you want Erin alone out here despite everything's that happened?"

His reply was Mole picking up his pace.

Zack gave a small smile, everyone knew that the big lizard was fond of the girl. His smile disappeared once again. He only hoped that the Erin he knew was still in there and they weren't about to be killed on a pointless mission.

They reached the top and pushed the door open cautiously, looking around the derelict restaurant. Tables were broken and scattered around the place, the same as several chairs. A lot of the place was covered in graffiti, and most of the windows were broken.

The transgenics made their way around the restaurant slowly, looking for the girl Max had been certain was there.

"What do you want?" The quiet voice made them spin towards one of the windows.

Erin was stood on the slippery roof with her back to them, her arms folded, her back straight. She was drenched to the bone but she didn't seem to notice as the rain slid down her skin. She seemed almost like a statue, unmoving, showing no signs of life. Zack couldn't even see if she was breathing.

"We've come to take you back," Zack edged closer to the window, his eyes never leaving her, wondering is she was going to attack or jump. He didn't know how she could stand on the slope and not fall. Water slid down it's surface and ran off the end like a waterfall, never slowing, never stopping. The water ran over and around her feet, yet she didn't move, didn't struggle to balance and stay upright.

"Why?" Erin still spoke in that quiet deceptively calm voice, not moving a muscle as she seemed to look out into the night. It was hard to tell, she still wore her shades. "What's the point? I can smell your fear, Zack. Why would you want me anywhere near you?"

"Because, you're my friend, Erin," Zack replied truthfully, "I don't want anything to happen to you."

A snort was his only response.

"C'mon kid," Mole spoke up, his usual sarcastic tone gone, "you have to come back. We need to figure this out."

"What's there to figure out? I'm a killer, right? Someone who obviously can't be trusted."

"Erin-" he started but she interrupted him, spinning around to face them.

Zack's breath hitched as he watched the quick movement yet Erin didn't even falter slightly.

"No!" her voice became harsher, louder, "Just get back on your bikes and go. I'm not wanted there, I'm not wanted anywhere in this world."

"Oh woe is you!" Mole snapped back.

Zack's head snapped around as he glared at the other transgenic. Was he insane!

"Listen up, girl, and listen good." Mole continued, puffing on his cigar, he slowly approached the window. "There are people at TC who care about you, people who still trust you."

He got another snort in reply but he carried on. "Take another whiff, kid. Can you smell my fear?"

Erin didn't answer instead she went very still again.

"You aren't alone in this place, and as far as I'm concerned, you'll never be. So Blondie here fears you- what d'ya expect? You had those snake freaks pissing themselves and screaming like little girls."

Mole ignored the glare he got from Zack for the Blondie comment.

Mole cracked smile, "I wasn't freaked- shocked yeah, but not freaked. Knew there was a reason why I liked you."

"I don't even like me," her whisper barely reached them.

"Yeah, well, I never said you was particularly smart." Now he definitely knew he was annoying her.

"I... I killed them, Mole," her voice had lost all of it's anger to be replaced by fear. "I killed them all and a part of me didn't care… a part of me wanted more."

Mole's face softened. "Erin, it wasn't you- not really, okay? We'll not let it happen again, we'll find out what's happening to you."

Erin seemed to shrink in upon herself, her arms wrapping around her wet body as the rain continued to pound into her skin.

"You've been living with assassins since you got here, Erin," Zack spoke up quietly, softly, "We all know what it's like to kill. You're not going to be judged for saving lives, for saving Max. I might fear what you're capable of" Zack edged closer, "but I'm not afraid of you."

"The others are."

"They'll get over it," Zack shrugged, "and you'll find that they're just as eager to figure this out as you are."

Erin shook her head, seeming to shrink even more, "I can't trust myself. I don't want to hurt anyone else, I can't hurt anyone else. White knew what I was feeling, he knew what I wanted." Her face twisted into a snarl and her voice turned out bitter, "Death, violence, blood and pain. I can't ever seem to escape it. It never goes away." She turned around and wandered over to the edge, looking out over the city below them.

This time, his heart seemed to stop. She was going to fall, he knew she was. Zack tensed and moved over to the window, following Mole as he swung himself up onto the roof, following Erin.

The water tried forcing them to trip, to slip and fall to their deaths. Only transgenic balance kept them upright as their cautiously moved towards Erin.

"Join the club, kiddo."

Both men just stopped out of reach, not too close, not too far.

"You wanna trade war stories?" Mole looked out over the city as he was battered by the rain. He forced himself not to shiver, his kind were designed for desert warfare- blistering heat and freezing nights, not freezing rain and bitter winds.

"Look Erin, you have at least 3 people who care about you." Zack edged closer, his feet sliding dangerously. An Ordinary would be dead already. "That's at least 3 people who want you back. Won't you give it a try? Won't you give us a try?" he looked briefly out over the city, seeing dawn approaching and knowing they had to get back before it arrived. He looked back at the small girl in front of him as she turned to look up at him. "Please?" he held out his hand. That's when it happened.

One second he was standing, the next he was on his back for a brief second, sliding towards and then over the edge.

A yell from Mole was the only warning he got as he swung his body around mid-fall and tried to catch himself, tried to grip the ledge. He missed.

He was falling, he was going to die, he knew he was. Zack forced his eyes to remain open, and it was a good job he did otherwise he would've missed what happened next and wouldn't have been able to believe it.

One second he was falling to his death, the next a small hand snaked over the edge and gripped his wrist.

Zack was yanked to a stop. Looking down at him, crouching precariously on the edge was Erin, a determined look on her face.

He could hear Mole edging slowly down the slope towards them, swearing loudly.

"I got you." Erin ground out through clenched teeth as the waterfall of rain drenched Zack further and made Erin's grip on him worse. "I got you."

She turned briefly to yell over her shoulder, "Go back inside, Mole! I don't think I could save both of you! Go!"

Still swearing loudly, Mole did as he was told.

"Okay," Erin muttered to herself, "You can do this…"

"Erin!" The strangled cry broke from Zack's throat as he glimpsed the drop below him before looking back up at the only thing stopping him from falling.

"It's okay, Zack. If I fall, hold onto me." She muttered absently as she gripped the metal edge of the roof with her free hand.

"What?" Zack could hardly see through the rain above him.

He didn't get a reply, instead, Erin began to straighten slowly.

"Erin!" Zack yelled again, panicking.

Slowly, Zack found himself rising upwards, as Erin slowly stood, letting go of the edge, she kept her hold on Zack's wrist. Soon, he was dangling in the air, his face level with Erin's. As soon as he was able, he swung himself forward, Erin let go of his wrist to grab his leather jacket, yanking him back onto the roof.

"You're an idiot, Zack!" Erin yelled at him as he caught his breath. She helped him straighten into a standing position and then, grabbing one of his hands, began to pull him back towards the restaurant, "You're a total idiot!"

Still gasping, Zack climbed through the window, Erin following.

She stood before the two transgenic as Mole patted Zack on the back. "What were you two thinking! Climbing onto the roof like that! You could've been killed!"

"We were following you!" Zack yelled through strangled breath, "You were the one walking around on the roof like it was a day in the park!"

"What were you thinking!" Mole joined in, "You could've fallen and no one would've been able to save you!"

Erin turned abruptly and walked away from them, "A fall from the space needle wouldn't have killed me."

"And how the hell would you know! No one's indestructible, kid! Not even you!" Mole and Zack followed her.

"I know because I've already done it!" Erin yelled back, spinning to face them.

There was silence for a few stunned seconds.

"You FELL off the space needle!" The cigar dropped from Mole's mouth.

"Not exactly." Erin's voice fell back to normal levels. 'They can't understand, how could they?'

"You JUMPED off the space needle!" Mole yelled now.

Erin turned to walk away again, not replying but she suddenly found herself unable to move, wrapped in someone's arms. Blinking back tears, she looked up at Zack and the look he directed at her made the tears run free.

"It's okay," he whispered, brushing her hair behind her ears and kissing her forehead. "It's okay," he said, understanding.

Erin couldn't help it, she began to sob.

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A/N: Guys! Hello! Wow, I was really shocked with the amount of reviews I got simply for the first chapter! Thank you! I've included a few answers for some of the reviews that included questions in them. If I haven't replied to you, sorry about that but I'm trying to put a limit on how many replies I give this time.

For those of you waiting for an update with my other stories, don't worry about it. The next chapter for my HP fic is waiting to be posted, and the next chapter for 'Dead Is Forever' is being written. My original fic is still being rewritten, but as usual, my fanfiction takes precedence.

Riley: Mole slapping Logan? Well, I still can't guarantee it but I'm hoping to find a convenient reason to make it happen! Don't worry though, either way, Logan's gonna get his. The last story was 55 chapters long. Hopefully, this one will be shorter as I don't want this one to last another 3 years. I haven't actually put a limit on my chapters as that usually means I would totally screw it up trying to fit everything within that number, OR, I'd go way passed it.

Skysha-Tranqui: My plot and characterisations. Hehe, you make it sound like I planned it all! Some of it I did, a lot of it is improvisation though. It's nice to know that it works! Thanks!

VampireBunny1: Mmm, Alec shower scenes. You know, just thinking about that makes this huge grin appear on my face! lol, I'll see what I can do. gets a dreamy look on face

cat x5-989: I haven't really thought about the whole claiming thing, to be honest. I'll have to see what I can do about that.