So you guys liked it huh? Sure looks like it based on the reviews, follows and favorites. Well I will do my best with this story. I am a reader much more than a writer but as with most muses when one grabs you it's hard to shake it loose. I will TRY my very best to update weekly at least. Sometimes more sometimes less we will have to wait and see how my crazy my work weeks are. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

And since I didn't say this in the first chapter. These characters sadly do not belong to me. Cause we all know that if any one of us owned them they would be together by now. For realz.

And without further ado I present Chapter 2.

Jonathan held as still as a six year old possible could. He didn't look at the woman who held his wrist but instead watched his mother waiting for a sign that it was ok to move again. After several tense moments his wrist was released and before he could bolt towards his mother she called to him softly.

"Slowly Jonathan, walk slowly towards me. Keep looking at me, you're going to be ok."

Jonathan did as his mother bid and without taking his eyes off of hers walked slowly towards her. When he was within reaching distance Maura pulled him to her and quickly moved him behind her, all the while still keeping the uncollared woman in her full view.

"Go downstairs Than. Wait for me in the kitchen. I'll be down soon, ok?"

"Yes, momma," he replied solemnly. He quietly did as Maura said and as soon as he was gone from sight Maura turned her full attention back to woman before her.

She was being watched, studied even. The chocolate eyes that were locked onto her face spoke of curiosity and interest in what was before her. Before Maura could lose her nerve she crouched down slowly, as she did so the Alpha's eyes reacted to her movements. Her body slightly shifted and Maura froze into a defensive position before moving again. The Alpha's eyes quickly glanced down to the broken dishes on the floor, but were immediately looking right into Maura's own seconds later. Nobody moved, either barely breathed. Maura was terrified for could have happened just now to Jonathan but new thoughts were entering her mind. Why hadn't the Alpha attacked yet? Why was she just sitting there? If she was a true Alpha Jonathan and her both should have been dead many minutes ago.

Maura continued into her crouch and kept the woman in her peripheral vision while she cleaned up the broken dishes and put them on the tray. Once she stood back up she immediately closed the door, and locked it. With the lock in place her legs almost gave out at what had just happened. What could have happened. She didn't understand it, not at all. Before she could ponder too long she immediately remembered Jonathan's wrist. Thinking about that strange first interaction would have to wait. Right now Jonathan was more important.

Release.

She had been released. Time to kill. Time to end.

Grabbing for the hand that released her she was prepared to end the life of her captor. Just like the others. But something stopped her.

Sitting.

She was on a padded floor. Not the steel floor of the cage. It didn't smell right, not like the fighting rings. It sounded different, it was quiet, hardly any noise.

Then she heard it. A voice calling for someone. A whimper. And a second voice, older, whispering quietly. Her grip never relaxed but still she waited. She may have been released but she was the best because she thought before she acted. That's how she had escaped them. Or thought she did.

More whispering. Then she opened her eyes and looked with interest at whose wrist she had captured. It was a young one. A child younger than her when she had been taken. He looked scared; he had silent tears running down his face and was shaking. Still gripping the wrist she looked for the owner of the second voice.

It was a woman. A beautiful woman with hazel eyes that were also leaking silent tears. She studied them both, looking back and forth. The other woman had been whispering to the boy. She looked back to the boy and she slowly released her grip on his wrist. Without looking at her the boy, after whispered directions from his mother, moved away from her. She made sure not to move. For some reason the thought of scaring these two further made her anxious, she didn't want them to fear her. What was wrong with her? She was meant to kill when uncollared not think and feel. Why was she thinking? Why was she feeling?

When the child was gone from sight, the woman, his mother she assumed slowly crouched down. Without conscious effort her body moved in response to a better position though she was very curious. The woman immediately froze into a defensive position which amused her greatly. Again after a silent standstill in which no one moved, the beauty in front of her finished her crouch.

Glancing to the floor she saw the broken dishes and spilled food and juice. Thinking fast she surmised the woman had brought that for her. But why? Why bring her food? And why did the child release her from the collar? They were both scared. Scared of her. She knew it and should have acted on it. She had to decide what to do. Kill the woman now and leave, or wait and watch. Learn. She quickly decided to bide her time, her curiosity was too great to kill immediately. And then she would escape. She would watch first, then decide later what to do.

Still not moving she watched the woman pick up the broken crockery and put it on the tray that she had carried everything on. The woman quickly stood up and closed the door behind her. She clearly heard the distinct sound of a door being locked and she wondered what was going to happen next. All she could do was wait. Wait and plan. So she did.

As soon as Maura stepped into the kitchen and saw Jonathan safe, sitting at the kitchen table, some of her anxiety dissipated. Not enough for her to feel safe, but enough for her to think more rationally. As she came closer to Jonathan, who had his head bowed the table, she could see he was shaking. She momentarily panicked again but quickly realized he was crying softly, he hardly made noise when he cried, just like his Mater used to. For a split second she felt the agony of losing Cameron all over again. But it quickly passed when she set forth to comfort her son.

She knelt by him and when he noticed she was there he all but threw himself into her arms. She could feel his silent sobbing trough the shaking of his body and immediately started whispering calming nothings to comfort him. He needed to calm down so they could talk. She needed to know how his wrist was and to find out how he had gotten into the attic in the first place.

Soon enough he slowly stopped shaking and she gently pulled him slightly away from her and tried to look into his eyes. His head was hanging low so she had to tilt his head up to really look at him. For a brief moment she thought she was looking at a young Cameron, all red and splotchy, from crying. She smiled at him and moved to sit in the kitchen chair with him in her lap.

"Than, honey, I need to look at your wrist Ok?" she spoke gently.

Without uttering a sound he held up his wrist. Maura could see it was red and slightly swollen from the tight grip that the Alpha had had on him. She grasped it gently and rotated the wrist to make sure there was no fracture. As soon as he whimpered she stopped and gently felt around to double check. When she had decided nothing was broken, just bruised, she put his wrist down and hugged him again, holding him tight.

Once more after he settled she pulled him away slightly. This time he immediately looked into her eyes and the turmoil in his blue eyes almost made Maura whimper herself.

"How did you get into the attic Jonathan? The door was locked honey, how did you get up there?" she asked him.

Before answering he got a guilty look on his face and she wondered what was going through his mind. "Keys momma. I used the keys like when you open the front door. I" he paused momentarily, " I saw you going to the attic and you never let me go up there and I wanted to see so I used the keys."

Maura gave him a puzzled look. She quickly checked her belt, and yup, her keys were still there. How did he get a set of keys to the attic?

"Where did you get the keys baby? Momma has her keys here," she replied while pointing to her waist.

Again the guilty look passed over his face. He stayed silent.

"Jonathan," her voice had a slight edge to it now. "I need to know where you got those keys from. I'm not mad honey but I need to know. The attic isn't safe."

He played with a bit of her hair that was lying across her chest. Without looking at her he answered "I found them in the closet, your closet momma."

Now Maura was really confused. She had a pair of attic keys in the bedroom closet? How…?

Jonathan answered before she finished her thought, "They were in Mater's black box. They were small, so I took them to keep. I wanted something of Mater's to keep in my closet, like you have her black box in yours."

Maura immediately made the connection. Cameron's box. The one with her personnel files and information on all the Ravens they had rehabilitated before Jonathan was born. She had forgotten there was a set of keys in there. How could she have forgotten? That small mistake had almost cost them both their lives.

"Oh Jonathan honey. Why didn't you ask me? I would have given you something of Mater's if you had asked me."

He just shrugged his shoulders, keeping quiet.

"So you used the keys when you saw Momma going up to the attic? Is that it?

He nodded his head.

"I need the keys Than. Where are they?"

He slowly pulled them from his pocket and handed them over. He started crying again and Maura immediately hugged him close.

"It's ok Than. It's going to be ok. We'll pick something out together of Mater's alright? Something you can keep in your room?" she looked at him expectantly.

He nodded again with his head tucked into her neck.

"Ok then. Why don't you go watch some cartoons? I'll check on you in a little bit."

"Ok. Can I have a snack too please?"

She looked at him and quirked a smile. Just like his Mater again. He was always hungry.

"Yes, why don't you get an apple and peanut butter, hm? Does that sound good?"

He nodded quickly and scrambled to get off her lap to grab his snack before heading off to the living room to watch some TV.

Once she heard the TV on she knew he was occupied until she made him turn the TV off. What little she let him watch always glued him to the damn thing for the entire time he sat in front of it.

She wondered what she would do about the Raven upstairs. Not just any Raven either, an Alpha, by all accounts. First thing she would do was removed the locks on the attic door, replace them and move them up high, above Jonathan's head. She did not want a repeat of this morning. Remembering that she had dropped the tray of food and water upstairs she got up and cleaned up the tray and remade a lunch for their new guest, though that was a term best used lightly. Now that she knew Jonathan couldn't get into the attic she knew she needed to get some food upstairs. She was worried though. The Alpha was uncollared and could easily kill her this time giving no more chances. She sighed. She would just have to take the risk. Once she set out to do something there was no going back. And thought she hated to admit it the Raven intrigued her. Something was different about her. With one last check on Jonathan sitting in the living room she headed back upstairs, triple checking the door was locked behind her.