I was SO tired when I wrote this but I wanted to keep writing, so it might not be at it's best lol. But thanks for the nice reviews so far(:

11 years later…

Terra Nova:

"How's the mole hunt going, Shannon?" Jim heard someone say behind him. Turning around, he saw an exhausted looking Commander Taylor.

"Uh, good…slow. I was just following up on a new lead, actually…" Jim's voice trailed off as he notice the stressed look on Taylor's face. He'd looked like this quite a bit lately. Jim wasn't sure if it was because of the Sixers, the mole, or maybe even his son. "We'll catch the spy…don't worry."

"What? Oh of course." Taylor rubbed his brow then continued. "So what is this new lead? How close do you think you are to finding them?"

"Well, I -" Jim was cut off by Wash's hurried voice.

"Sir, I've got something you should see, I think I found…" Wash eyed Jim's curious expression. "Maybe we should speak about this in private?"

Taylor nodded. "Let's talk in my office…Shannon, we'll finish our conversation later, keep following that lead and let me know what you come up with." Without another word Taylor and Wash rushed off.

Jim arched his eyebrows wondering what could have Commander Taylor so wound up, besides the obvious Sixer problem.

Taylor walked into the room and sat at his desk as Wash shut the door.

"What did you find, Wash?" he asked anxiously.

"Her…well I think I found her anyways." Wash quickly handed him the tablet* she had been holding.

"I was looking around and found some old news reports about a group of hostage children finally being rescued in Somalia," Wash pointed to the open article on the tablet screen. "Most were reunited with their families, but three…were put into foster care. They were unable to locate the families. There were two girls and a boy…"

Taylor continued to read the article from 2141 as Wash continued. November, 2141...he had been working on the Terra Nova Project. It had almost been finished and he went through the portal at the very beginning of 2142. He wondered why he had never been contacted... the project had been top secret, but it wasn't as if he had been on lock-down. How had he not heard about this?

"…they weren't named in the article but I was able to access some social services files on the three children and found this girl…"

Wash brought up a small file onto the screen. There was a picture of a young girl. She had brown eyes, and dark brown hair, a familiar face. Next to her photo it said, 'Emmalin Taylor, Age: 16, Location: Chicago, IL, Birthday: December 7, 2133..." Taylor stopped reading there.

He stared at it with disbelief, re-reading over and over again as if to make sure he was seeing it correctly.

Wash could see the utter shock on his face. "Sir?…Is that.. is it her?" she asked slowly.

Taylor's brow furrowed. She was alive. She'd been alive this whole time? He looked at Wash and simply nodded, finding himself speechless.

His daughter was alive.

"What do you want to do, sir?"

After a long pause, Taylor took a deep breath and looked back at the photo of the girl.

"Send a request to have her recruited. Get her here."

Wash hesitantly nodded, then walked out without a word.

Taylor sighed, still trying to take in this miraculous miracle. "I found you." he smiled.

1 week later…

Chicago, 2149

Emma quickly walked through the dark hallways and up the narrow stairways to her foster family's apartment.

She practically burst into the room, shutting the thick steel door behind her. She ripped of her re-breather and took in a deep gulp of the cleaner, filtered air. Emma couldn't stand having to walk home from school. It felt like she had to hold her breath most of the way to keep from breathing in the toxic air. By the time she would reach the apartment, her lungs felt ready to explode. Re-breathers these days were simply useless pieces of plastic that covered your mouth and nose. The only time she ever got a taste of uncontaminated air was in the apartment. Even at school the air wasn't well filtered, kids were constantly coughing, some even tried to wear their re-breathers in class.

Emma took a minute to catch her breath before setting her backpack down on the kitchen counter. She pulled off her jacket and tossed it up onto her top bunk.

"How was school?" her foster mom, Jody, asked as she walked in carrying a little girl.

"Emma!" the little girl squealed happily when she saw her foster sister. She reached out her chubby arms, opening and closing her fists, a clear sign that she wanted Emma to hold her.

"Hey, Peanut!" Emma grinned, using the nickname her father had often used for her when she was little. She took the toddler in her arms, slightly bouncing her up and down. "School was fine. Ms. Williams had me help teach the 4th graders some guitar chords today…it's a working progress for sure," Emma joked. Jody laughed as she went to the kitchen to start deciding what to do for dinner.

Suddenly someone was knocking, well banging, on the front door. All of their heads snapped up. They exchanged anxious glances as Jody made her way to the door, opening it cautiously.

Outside stood two men in uniform, they looked like Hope Plaza soldiers.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," the first soldier said.

"Hello, can I help you with something?"

"We're looking for an Emmalin Taylor, we have a message for her."

Confusion swept across Jody's face, then Emma's. Why would Hope Plaza soldiers be looking for her? She'd never even been near that place, except in the 8th grade when her glass took a little field trip there.

"I-I'm Emmalin Taylor…" Emma stepped forward from behind Jody. Placing the little girl back in her mother's arms, she took Jody's place in the doorway.

"Good, this is for you, Miss." The second soldier handed her an envelope. He gave her a funny look, as if he hadn't expected the recipiant to be so young.

Emma held it in her hands, reading the front. Yep, it was from Hope Plaza. But what was it exactly?

"What's this for?"

"Open it," said the first soldier, a grin spreading across his face. This was his favorite part of his job, delivering these letters.

Emma hurriedly ripped it open, taking out the letter then unfolding it.

'We would like to inform you that a recruitment offer has been sent for you from the head of Terra Nova. If you would like to accept this offer, please let Hope Plaza know as soon as possible. The 11th pilgrimage departs from Hope Plaza in Chicago in three weeks. A spot on the list will be saved for you, but it is important that you respond quickly. Thank you.' the brief letter read.

"A-are y-you sure this is for me? Why would Terra Nova, the head of Terra Nova want to recruit me?" Emma stared at the soldiers, wide-eyed.

"We aren't given the reasons, Miss. But I would definitely suggest taking this offer. Terra Nova is a great opportunity," said the second soldier.

Emma nodded, still in shock about the letter. She had heard about Terra Nova. A places for second chances, a new beginning.

"We will be returning later this week to take your answer."

She quickly glanced back at Jody's stunned expression, then back at the soldiers who were already turning to leave. She knew that taking time to think about it would only scare her. And the soldier was right. Terra Nova was a chance for people to start over. And Emma knew that was exactly what she needed.

"Wait! Uh, don't bother. I…uh, I accept the offer."

"Alright," the second soldier said, smiling as he quickly typed something onto the tablet in his hand. "We'll be in touch about the 11th pilgrimage soon." The soldiers walked away as Emma shut the door.

Leaning against the metal, Emma took a deep breath. "Oh my God…. I'm going to Terra Nova!" she gasped.

Jody simply stared at her, eyes wide.

Later that night, Emma lay in bed, trying to figure out why the head of Terra Nova would want her to go there. She didn't even know who the head of Terra Nova was!

She climbed down off of her bunk and went to the kitchen table. She picked up Jody's tablet and searched 'Terra Nova'. As the web links popped up with articles about the new found time fracture, Emma clicked on the first one.

The article talked about the time fracture being discovered, and in January of 2142, the first man went through, followed by a small group of soldiers and researchers. The man's name was Commander Nathaniel Taylor.

Emma's jaw dropped, her heart was pounding in her ears as she read the name over again. This wasn't possible. This was not possible. How had he found her? After all of these years? Why? Her shock was soon overwhelmed by frustration, wondering why he had gone to Terra Nova when she had been out there, waiting for him to come back for her. But soon enough, her frustration was taken away by the joy that he hadn't just forgotten about her completely, he had looked for her and found her, and was now going to get her to his new home.

"You found me," Emma whispered.

lol trust me, she's not going to be just okay with the fact that he kind of abandoned her. i'll definitly go back to all of the emotions and scars she kind of has from being alone for so long. right now emma's just sort of in this "daze" that she's going to see her family again. i'll be trying to update once a day. :D lol please leave reviews and any suggestions you have(: i like to read comments! xx