Authors Note: Bit of a time jump here. This chapter might seem a bit all over the place, but I wanted to get a lot of filler out of the way so I can actually start moving forward with the plot. Thanks everyone for the reviews, follows, and favorites. You're all awesome. Enjoy!

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Days passed and bled into weeks.

The investigation into Jane Doe's disappearance began to slow down. With no leads and no explanations, the case was quickly becoming cold.

Soon a month passed, but JD barely noticed. Living with the Lost Boys made time irrelevant.

It didn't matter that she didn't know who she was or where she came from. The guys didn't care. Sure, they were curious, but since she wasn't a threat to them, it didn't matter either way. And that feeling seemed to rub off on her.

JD knew she should care that she had a life before this. But she was having too much fun to bother.

She'd quickly adapted to being nocturnal. Being out during the day had no real appeal; it held more of a risk of someone recognizing her.

So she'd wake up at sundown with the others and they'd go to the boardwalk. From there it was up to her. She could hang with the guys, or she could do her own thing and be back at the bikes a few hours before sunrise.

Even though it was September, there was always something new going on every night. It would stay that way until the off-season in January.

At first, JD worried that the boys would tire of having constant shadow, but they never did. Before long she was as comfortable with them as one would be with their own family.

David was the leader. So by default, he was her leader. She respected his authority and would always be grateful to him for letting her be a part of his pack. He wasn't controlling or overbearing, but his presence was always there; keeping the boys out of trouble and her out of the public eye.

Dwayne was second in command, and still didn't talk much. He didn't have to. He was more of an observer, always content to watch and listen rather than act right away. He was probably the most curious about JD's past, sometimes asking her if she had any other dreams or flashes. He was also convinced her could teach her to skateboard, but it didn't seem like it was ever going to happen. She was pretty sure had more bruises and scratches now than she did when they first met.

Marko, as it turned out, was like the older brother she never knew she wanted. It only took a few nights to forgive him for almost killing her, and the party hadn't stopped since. He either had her in hysterics or fuming, chasing him up and down the boardwalk. Maybe it was because he was the closest to her in age, (he'd been eighteen when he'd been turned) but as the boys gradually re-introduced JD to everything from chinese food, to music it always seemed like she and the baby-faced vampire had the most in common.

And then there was Paul.

Paul was…different.

She'd been endeared to him ever since she picked his bike that first night. There was something inside her that hungered for his approval more than that of the others. She wasn't sure if he noticed, it was hard to see what he was really thinking past his laid back, let the good times roll attitude but sometimes, she saw him watching her, his gaze unreadable and instead of being unsettling, it made her feel comfortable in her own, foreign skin. She wondered if she was the only one out of the two of them that felt the pull of the imaginary thread that existed between them.

If he did he never let on.

But the oddness of these unexpected feelings towards the rocker vampire didn't hinder the affection she felt for him. It was obvious that she favored him over the others, but no one said anything and no one seemed to mind.

So the five of them co-existed peacefully, happily even. The Lost Boys had found their Tinkerbell and for a while, everything was perfect.

Then she happened.

Around the three-month mark of JD's new life, there was a revelation in the case surrounding her disappearance.

A woman came forward; a woman with red-blonde hair and blue eyes.

Her name was Lorainne Collins. She said she was Jane Doe's mother.

"Please." The woman begged the news camera's, tears rolling down her cheeks and washing away her perfectly applied makeup. "Please, if you've seen my baby, if you've seen Alexa, call the hotline number. And Alexa, if you're out there, please come home. None of this was your fault, no one blames you. Please, honey, just come home."

Alexa Collins. That was her supposed name.

When she first saw the broadcast, she expected to feel something. To have some sort of epiphany or grand realization. For her forgotten life to snap neatly back into place in her mind.

It didn't.

She felt nothing. The woman on TV could have been any random person she passed on the boardwalk every night. There was no connection to be felt.

So JD shrugged it off and continued her night like nothing had happened.

The boys weren't so keen on doing so.

"You don't think it's weird?" Marko asked a few days after the first press statement.

"Think what's weird?" JD replied, somewhat distracted as she pushed the buttons on a pinball machine.

"That all of a sudden your so-called mother is looking for you."

"You don't think she's really my mother?"

"You do?"

JD looked away from her game and towards the TV in the arcade that was playing Lorainne's statement for the umpteenth time.

"She looks like me."

Marko looked from JD, to the screen, and back to JD.

"Yeah, I guess she does. But, then, why is she just coming forward now? If you're her kid, shouldn't she have been on TV as soon as she knew you were missing?"

JD shrugged and turned back to the pinball machine.

"Does it really matter? I'm not going back to her either way. I like it here. Unless, you're trying to say you're sick of me."

Marko rolled his eyes and pulled her beanie down over her eyes., causing her to lose her game.

"Hey!" She protested, taking the hat off and chucking it at his head.

The conversation was dropped, but Marko had a point. If Lorainne Collins was her mother, why hadn't she been ripping the entire planet apart looking for her "baby"? Why is she showing up now after three months?

The three months JD spent with the boys, hadn't been without incident. What happened to her on the carousel – what she had almost done to that boy – was common knowledge among the five of them, but after a few weeks without a repeat performance, they let the matter drop.

Then there was the lava lamp incident.

Paul had this battery-powered lava lamp in the cave lobby. JD turned it on one night while she was waiting for the boys to get back. At first she paid it no mind. Then, as she grew bored waiting, she stared at it, watching as the colors changed from green, into blue into purple and back to green. It calmed her, soothed her, dulled her senses. She felt as though her conciousness was somewhere else as a familiar off-key melody filled her head.

She didn't know how long she stood there. Watching the lamp. But suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder and she reacted.

Destroy

She grabbed the person's wrist and threw them away from her, watching with satisfaction as they hit the rock wall with a crack. She whirled around, taking in the three other men that were standing in the lobby.

She didn't have time to do any more damage because the man with the long blonde hair and white pants was suddenly behind her, wrapping his arms around her torso, restricting her movement. She struggled to get free, but he held tighter, putting his mouth next to her ear.

"C'mon babe. I know you're in there somewhere. You don't really wanna hurt us, do you?"

His voice started out muffled, but became clear and the fog in her brain lifted.

She didn't remember throwing David across the room, but she remembered the lava lamp.

They took it out of the cave and for the next week were wary about bringing her to the boardwalk lest the bright lights cause another episode. But weeks passed with no incident and soon things were back to normal.

There were no other "incidents" per say, but certain things JD experienced acted as triggers for…flashes

JD refused to believe these images were her memories. They weren't exactly happy.

One night she caught the smell of gasoline, triggering a vision of herself pouring it on the floor of a nice looking room and lighting a match.

Drug dealers trading medicine bottles for cash made her remember brightly colored pills in small plastic cups given to her by men who watched to make sure she swallowed.

Driving through a residential area one night, a house with a red door showed her a windowless room, empty save for a char to which she was strapped down into, a syringe filled with green liquid being emptied in the back of her neck.

The flashes were always brief but each was equally disturbing as the one before it. When pressed enough, she'd share them with the others but mostly she just kept them to herself. The more she learned about her murky past, the less she wanted to know about it. So most of the time she buried the visions in the recesses of her mind and tried not to think back to them.

The boys weren't so keen to do so. Especially David.

Wherever she had come from, something had been done to her. Someone had made her this way.

It was almost, David mused, like her body was a weapon ready to be used at its creators command.

Sometimes he would push her. Get her angry. Watch as her body tensed and her hands seemed to twitch as she tried to keep them locked at her sides. In situations like these, they both knew that all she has to do was raise her hands towards him and push with the energy racing through her and he'd be sent flying away from her. But she never did.

David didn't push JD to mess with her. He did it to make sure she could keep her control.

And she could. Most of the time she could harness the emotions that drove her strange ability and keep them from causing any damage.

This led David to believe that she was programmed. Whoever did this to her put triggers in her mind – the music she heard and the sequence of colors – to literally turn her on and off. If they could find the source of the programming, then they could stop the incidents all together. She just needed to remember.

Which was exactly what JD didn't want to do.

But then Lorainne Collins surfaced and everything changed.

Almost another month had passed since JD and Marko's conversation in the arcade when the shit finally hit the fan.

For the first few weeks after the search for Jane Doe – now Alexa Collins – started back up, everything was normal for JD and the boys

The first week they had to endure Lorainne's tearful plea for her daughters safe return at least ten times a day.

The second week they were entertained by the media's "sightings" of her in places all throughout Nevada.

By the third week it looked like things would die down again and JD could go to the boardwalk without worrying about being recognized.

But then, on Tuesday in the fourth week, a fuzzy image was plastered across every TV screen on the boardwalk. An image of a young girl with short reddish-blonde hair, at the bus station in Ely.

"The search for Alexa Collins had been widened to the state of California, with focus in Sacramento, San José, San Francisco, and Santa Carla." The newslady on Channel 2 reported, making JD want to smack her across her overly made-up face. "All we can do now is hope that Alexa will be found and brought home soon.

"Unbelievable." JD muttered "Three months ago, people barely cared and now it looks like they called in the freaking CIA."

Frustrated, she pulled her beanie further over her ears and kep her head down as she made her way over to the boys' bikes.

David was going to love this.

Lorainne Collins was flustered.

Normally, she was a very collected woman, but this whole situation was getting out of hand.

It was supposed to be a simple operation. The warehouse and the area surrounding it were deserted. The explosion wouldn't have hurt anyone and the inevitable investigation of it would have lasted a week tops.

But something went wrong.

Skyes should have known. 13G had always been resistant. She'd always found a way to get past the programming and rebel.

Skyes though it was amusing. And now look what happened. Their best experiment was out gallivanting somewhere in California, a danger to everyone around her, a ticking time bomb.

Lorainne loaded her revolver and turned off the safety.

Sooner or later, mother and daughter were going to reunite.

Whether daughter wanted to or not.

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