Notes:

I hope you enjoy! I'm writing POVs as they come to me. They will mostly be in chronological order. I will be writing many different character POVs about many things, but ultimately, there will be primary points of view. Miles, Hunter, Maya and Frankie seem to be grabbing most of my attention, though there will be tons more! As I said, I'll make this into a real fic later on. As for now, it's just scenes that pop into my head as everyone struggles - I feel there is a magic in that though!

Let me know any particular scenes you want to see, and I'll see what I can do. I won't guarantee anything, but I will do my best to have all bases covered.


Don't Leave Me II

Today was not the day she had exacted. She expected that she might get some flak from the other volleyball team for her past behavior, but she was prepared for and accepting of that. But having half the people she knew in a massive accident was the least of her expectations as she crawled out of bed this morning.

"He's okay, I know he is," Lola kept muttering into their tear-ridden group hug. "Oh, and Jonah too."

Frankie nodded with tears of her own flowing down her face. She was glad more than anything that the three of them had made up; she knew she wouldn't be standing on her own two feet now without her best gal pals. Her only solace was that her brothers were both alright. Guilt filled her as she knew that Miles would attempt to comfort her despite his own struggle…

She shook her head, and disengaged from the group. Jonah would be okay; he wasn't the type to get hurt. She tried to imagine a world in which Jonah died from the accident and she couldn't. It was strange really. She wouldn't have thought much of Jonah when she first met him – kind of an ass really – but he was nice and caring and she knew, somehow, that he was as sturdy as a brick wall.

He would be fine so she forced herself to focus on other things. People were always telling her she was self-absorbed, so now it was time to focus on others. She had done everything that she could to help Lola and Shay. They were strong in their own ways; certainly stronger than her. They would pull together over their mutual love for Tiny, and come out stronger for it.

She put something of a smile on her face and turned towards where she last saw Hunter. She wasn't surprised to find Miles with him. He was always taking on other's problems as his own, and she knew that Miles was adamant about making sure nothing triggered their little brother – twin or no, Hunter was definitely their shared little brother.

As she slipped out of the packed cluster of her team, Winston caught her attention.

"Hey," he called out. "Are you doing okay?"

"Oh, Winston," Frankie greeted, plastering a smile on her face. It wasn't fake, but it wasn't the smile she would have preferred to give him in the past. "I'm fine. A little shaken, but fine. I was just going to talk to Miles…"

Winston nodded. "Miles is a little messed up, but he's probably more concerned about the two of you knowing him."

"Yeah," Frankie said with an uncertain nod. "He has nothing to worry about. Hunter is doing well. I don't think this will trigger him… and I just know that Jonah is okay."

"I… hope so," Winston said. "I just want you to be happy."

"I will be," Frankie said strongly, leaving no room for doubt. "And, uh, thanks."

"Always. I told Miles we'd meet him outside, so let's get going. Zoë is dying to get to the hospital."

Frankie followed as Winston led them out of the gym.


"Maya, Maya," he moaned as he awoke. He opened his eyes and forced himself to keep them wide open despite the bright white pain it gave him. He was just happy that he could see as his last memory was his vision being clouded by a black smoke that felt like acid. His eyes still burned like they were ripped and bleeding, but he could see. That had to count for something.

"He's awake," he heard someone say.

Zig darted his head around to spot the speaker. "This is an ambulance?" He didn't wait for a response before speaking again. "Is Maya okay? She's a blonde girl, really pretty and kind."

"Shh, shh, calm down, you shouldn't stress yourself," the man who was likely only 10 years his senior said.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. See, look, I'm fine," Zig said gesturing over his body.

"It is good that you're feeling well…" the man said uncertainly, and Zig felt a sharp pain in his heart at the tone. "Can you tell me your name?"

Zig frowned. "Zig. Zig Novak," he said with a shake of his head. "Have you heard anything about a Maya Matlin."

"I wish I had better news, but most people were unconscious when we arrived. Can you tell me your last memory?"

"Yes… I was crawling towards Maya. I couldn't move my legs. Tiny was next to me and his head was bleeding. I didn't know what to do… Maya sat across from me, but I think the bus was upside down. There was glass everywhere," he paused a minute to touch his arms. "I guess that explains why my arms feel like they're on fire… I crawled over to Maya. She wasn't breathing, so I tried to give her CPR though I didn't really know what I was doing… Please, if you can find out about Maya, that is all that I need right now."

"Just try to stay conscious until we get to the hospital. I'm sure that you can find out more information there."

Zig nodded slowly, resigning himself to the wait. He felt his heart eating its way out of his chest...if he let Tiny die, and Maya didn't make it either…

It wasn't a thought that he would let himself think.


Hunter felt the air huff out of his lungs as Frankie crashed into his arms. It had been a while since they hugged like this and it felt so very right. They had shared one arm embraces during his stay at the hospital, but this hug was one of need and comfort that they hadn't shared since the day their family burned apart and even longer before that. It was "twiny." He tightened his hug around her.

"Are you doing okay?" he asked.

Frankie nodded. "I think so. I think Jonah is okay, I would feel if he were hurt," she said with all the conviction that she could muster.

Hunter nodded blankly. "Yeah, they say you know when someone you care love gets hurt. I would know immediately if anything ever happened to you…"

Frankie nodded. "Exactly, though that is more to do with our twin bond. I didn't even think about you when I heard about the crash. I just knew you were okay… I love you too. I guess now is as good a time as any to say it."

Hunter nodded blankly. He was man of logic, and he didn't buy his words in the least. There was no way to know if one you loved was hurt – their twin bond was the only time he believed such voodoo – but he wanted to make Frankie feel better so he tightened his hug in the slightest to let her know he was still there and alive and with her until the end.

He turned to see Miles a few feet away, his older brother resting his head against the hot metal of the car. Hunter reached out to touch him, and Miles turned to him with eyes that were clouded by mist.

"Family hug?" Hunter asked. Frankie didn't give their older brother a choice as they dragged Miles into the middle. "We'll get through this. We're all together… plus, they're both alright. They're all alright. We all know that."

"Yeah…" Miles agreed. "We're probably just freaking out. The news report would have listed any fatalities. This time next week it will be like nothing ever happened."


Miles absorbed the love in his sibling's hug as best he could. Everything was going to be alright. Everything had to be alright. Tristan wasn't hurt. Tristan was so happy and full of life. There was no way the love of his life could be dead. His stomach turned as he recalled his sibling's words. Frankie could feel that Jonah was okay, and the jealousy at the twin bond that his siblings shared reared its ugly head.

"We're going to be okay," he said blankly, but he couldn't force himself to mean it. Something wasn't right. His stomach wouldn't stop churning. He closed his eyes and forced himself to think back to happier days. Just around this time last year he and his siblings had been bonded in a hug just like this one as they stood against their father. It was a day of faith in a better future, and he did everything he could to tap into that faith and love he had felt.

"Miles," he heard Zoë speak. He shook his head wondering where she came from, but the recalled that she was here with Winston. "We need to get going. Tristan will kill you if I get there before you."

Miles nodded. She was right. If Tristan was in an accident, he would want more than anything for Miles to be there with him.

"Let's go," he said to his siblings. Miles forced a smile onto his face as Frankie threw a knowing glance at Hunter as she approached the passenger seat. They may often fight for shotgun, but Frankie was always an observant one when it came to Hunter. They shared a smirk over the top of the car as they watched Hunter open the right side door for Yael before running around to get in himself.

Focus on the little things, he told himself. His family was safe. His brother was happier than he had been in months. His sister had a gut feeling that her love was fine. He would just have to put a smile on and be strong until he knew his siblings would be okay; he couldn't afford to let them see him struggle.

A part of him just felt so incredibly wrong. Tristan wasn't okay. But he would plaster that smile on his face.

Fake it till you make it. It's not as if he hadn't done it before.