Thanks for all the support on Chapter One! It means the world to me honestly! Hope you enjoy the second chapter!

Chapter TWO: Eachother

Do you know the feeling you get when you wake up very suddenly in the middle of the night because you hear some sort of loud noise? You know…you feel scared for a mere second and then you sit bolt upright to investigate the source of the sudden involuntary awaken. Well that's what Max Caulfield felt when she woke up suddenly in the passenger seat of a familiar run down truck. She just sat there for a moment, blinking a million miles an hour. What the hell happened? How did I even get here? Oh my god…the town! Oh shit what have I done? The questions immediately filled Max's head as tears began to collect themselves in her eyes. The tears seemed scared to travel the distance down Max's face as her head sunk in shame.

The tears were forced out when Max violently slung her head back up as the realisation came to her.

"CHLOE!" she bellowed. Max looked to her left at the empty driver's seat and she almost immediately began to think the worst, where the hell is she? Has she run off and left me? No…no way would Chloe ever do that. Not to me. Not after the insane week we just had. I sacrificed so much just so she could live! Was that too much for her to handle? Max shook her head and brought herself back to the real world. She almost instinctively opened the door and was met with a surprise!

It was…the sun!

The sun was actually rising. Max never thought she would ever see this again, that somehow the tornado may have cut off all connection to that beautiful golden glow that she took for granted. She knew it was silly to think that and not to mention scientifically impossible. After staring at the sun for almost an eternity, Max stepped out of the truck only to be met with the still wet ground yet again as the jelly that had replaced her legs buckled under her weight. With a thud and a groan of pain, Max hit the ground. At this very moment of time, Max couldn't give two shits about the pain, right now she was concerned with Chloe, the blue haired punk rock girl who just happened to be her best friend and her first priority. They had not seen each other in five years until the icy hand of fate had bought them back together.

The last week they had experienced together was one of the toughest, saddest, most disturbing week Max had ever experienced in her life. She had discovered that she had some sort of power, an ability to rewind time when she stuck her right out although now she thought of it as a burden that had caused so much destruction. She also witnessed Chloe get shot by this rich asshole Nathan Prescott although Max had managed to save her by using her newly found time controlling ability. Max's friend Kate March had also tried to kill herself after some video got out of her at a party. Max had saved her too! However this time, she was able to do it without the use of her power. So much weird shit had happened to Max in the last week and it had all culminated with the impossible decision to allow either Chloe to be killed by Nathan and save Arcadia Bay from being wiped out by a tornado or sacrifice here home town so Chloe could live another day. In the end, Max chose to be selfish and allowed the tornado to engulf the town but Max was adamant that Chloe would be alive no matter what and she would not let anything change that! It was the certainty of one person dying versus the possibility of a hundred people dying. Impossible.

"Holy shit Max! Are you okay?" bellowed the familiar and beautiful voice of Chloe Price as she dashed over to her downed friend.

"Jesus Max, I step out for one second to take a piss and your already giving the ground a blowjob!" she chuckled as she helped her friend up. Chloe knew that now was not exactly the time for jokes but she wanted to at least try and lighten the mood. For Max's sake. Max struggled to get up on her feet and had to lean on the truck and Chloe for support.

"C…Chloe how long was I…I…out?" Max struggled to ask. Chloe could see the worry and fragility in the face of the young hipster as she opened the door to the truck to help her back into the seat.

"I don't know, a good few hours. It is morning now. I was just about to try to drive into town to see…" she stopped herself. Chloe knew what she wanted to say but she didn't know how the next word would affect Max. She had already been through so much and Chloe didn't want to hurt her any further. Fortunately Max was able to finish the sentence for her, her voice sounding rough and breakable as she said it.

"Survivors…" almost as soon as the word exited Max's mouth, the trapped tears released themselves and before Chloe had any time to even think about comforting her friend, Max was already in floods of tears, crying openly and loudly. The sound of her best friend crying almost set Chloe off too although she probably had no tears left after crying silently to herself an hour earlier. Chloe didn't want to show emotion like that. Not in front of Max or anyone, even her mom Joyce. Chloe was always the tough one, the punk, the hard egg that no one could crack and she had no intention of ever letting that go. It was pretty much all she had…well until Max came back. Chloe hadn't seen Max for around 5 years and she felt like she had lost something within herself, that coupled with the loss of her amazing father William, had turned Chloe into what she was now. It wasn't until Rachel Amber came along that Chloe actually felt some sort of connection with someone other than her own mother. A connection that was suddenly severed when Rachel went missing and later turned up dead in that junkyard.

Her junkyard.

Their junkyard.

"Hey come on super-Max, it's okay we…we can go see whenever you're ready…I mean shit we don't even have to see, we can just…go another way" Chloe found it so hard to say those words because she desperately wanted to go into the town, into the very heart of the storm to see if…where her mother is. Hell, she even wanted to see if David was okay. Chloe never got on with her step-father David Madsen. He was assertive, angry all the time, paranoid but most of all …he wasn't William. He wasn't her father. As if she read her mind, Max suddenly lifted her head up from her barrage of tears and spoke with a shaky but still soft voice.

"No I can't just run. I have to see what I've done, who I have…killed! Please, I have to…I have to…I have…" Max was stopped in her trance as Chloe grabbed her best friend into a hug and the two embraced each other for what seemed like hours.

Chloe wanted to say it wasn't Max's fault but all she could do was hug the crying girl. Chloe hated that Max blamed herself, she despised it! Max had done what she did in order to save Chloe. It was as if she owed a life debt to Max. A life debt…shit I owe her a million fucking life debts. Chloe had no idea how many times Max had saved her life but she would be fucked if she ever let her friend down. They were both so similar in so many ways and that includes; they both blamed themselves.

Chloe knew that they had to do. They had to go right into Arcadia Bay. She had to know if her mom and David were still alive. Max had to know if everyone she knew at Blackwell Academy were still alive. They both had to know what they had done…together!