A/N: Alright guys, I won't go into any detail about the chapter here, so here it is and I hope you enjoy!

Chloe jerked awake to the sound of scared mumbles and whimpering. The blue haired female, lifted her head slightly, her eyes taking a while to focus on her surroundings. Once she had managed to focus, she turned her attention to the whimpering frame that had previously been cuddled up to her. Max must have been having some sort of bad dream because the terrified look on her face was enough to make Chloe's heart sink.

Chloe reached over and pulled the petite brunette into her arms, wrapping her up in her arms softly and lovingly to try and calm her down but Max wasn't for having it.

Max had woken up in the dark room; arms strapped to that horrible hard chair, clad only in her underwear and a t-shirt. Mark Jefferson was only inches away from her face with a needle in his hand and one of the most evil smile's Max had ever seen on his face. "You're…the winner, Max. I choose you…your portrait." Jefferson practically hissed out in an evil sadistic and slimy tone of voice.

"Fuck you." Max spit out, trying not to show just how scared she actually was, she pulled at the restraints on her wrists, that held her to the arms of the horrible uncomfortable chair.

"You're trying too hard. I know you're scared…" Jefferson continued. "You all have the same doe-eyed look when you wake up here…" He then explained, gesturing to his surrounding with his hand as he spoke. "Replaced by fear as you realize what's about to happen."

Max's features changed to a look of fear as she heard Jefferson's words. "Mr Jefferson, Why are you doing this?" She pleaded, her voice breaking slightly as she spoke, trying to fight of the tears that were threatening to fall from her glazed over eyes, due to being high from whatever Jefferson had injected her with.

Chloe couldn't stop the frown that formed on her features as she heard the words that came from the sleeping girl in her arms. "Mr Jefferson, why are you doing this?" Max whimpered in her sleep, still struggling as if she was still restrained. Chloe never fully knew what had happened to Max, she never fully knew exactly what this Mr Jefferson character had done to all the girls, except she did know that Nathan Prescott was involved with him and she knew that was bad enough as it was.

"Max?" Chloe spoke as she gave the smaller girl a shake, trying to wake her up from whatever nightmare she was having.

"Oh, Max…I'm so glad you asked that question." Jefferson gleamed with a sly horrible grin on his bearded face. "Simply put, I'm obsessed with the idea of capturing that moment innocence evolves into corruption." Jefferson explained, getting down onto one knee in front of Max who was still struggling against the restraints.

"That shift from black to white to grey…and beyond." Jefferson continued, proud of himself when that gained a stream of tears from the petite brunette girl tied up in his chair.

"Most models are cynical. They lose that naïveté." Jefferson continued, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. "However, some Blackwell students carry their hope and optimism with them like…an aura. And those lucky few become my models…my subjects." Jefferson concluded, as he referred to all the Blackwell girls that he had targeted. Max being one of them.

Max had been looking straight at Jefferson as he spoke but when he had gotten to that final sentence she couldn't bring herself to look at the vile human being that was presenting himself before her. She lowered her head, tears still streaming down her face when she did, before she looked back up at him when he lifted himself from his knee to a standing position again.

"Yes, you're a psychopath." Max practically spat the words out like it was poison. "And this is your last session" Max finished, glaring up at the smartly dressed sinister male in front of her.

"Au contraire, Max. I'm so sane, that nobody knows what's happening to you right now." Jefferson contradicted what Max had said, still gesturing with his hands as he spoke. "And don't get me started on your late partner…" He said with a slight pause before continuing. "I had enough of those faux-punk sluts in my Seattle days."

Max looked at the man with pure disgust written all over her features. "You killed Chloe! You murdered my best friend." Max growled at the evil bearded man in front of her.

"You killed Chloe! You murdered my best friend." Max shouted in her sleep, which made Chloe's heart drop at those words. She was killed again during that week in Arcadia Bay? Jefferson killed her? Was this true or was this just a nightmare that Max was currently living for the first time.

"MAX?!" Chloe then exclaimed, shaking Max once again and this time it got a reaction out of the small short haired female lying beside her in the bed. Max jumped awake, sitting completely up right in the bed, as she clawed at her wrists and her ankles, as if still trying to get restraints off. "No…please let me go?!" Max whimpered just as she felt Chloe's arms around her from behind, pulling her against her body and holding her in a comforting embrace.

"Max shhh…I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I'm not going to leave you." Chloe whispered into the smaller female's ear, holding her close as she brushed a little of Max's hair away from her face. Chloe sighed as she listened to Max sobbing, finally fully awake and no longer trying to claw at her wrists and ankles.

Max turned herself and buried her head against Chloe's chest, still sobbing quietly against her companion. "He killed you…I couldn't stop him…but then I rewound time…and now I'm here, please tell me you're real? Please?" Max whimpered against Chloe's chest, still trying to stop the tears from falling.

"Max, I'm here, I'm real. Look!" Chloe said trying to reassure the smaller girl, she lifted Max's head from her chest so that the small brunette was looking at her before she leaned down and pressed a soft caring kiss against Max's lips. Max still had some tears rolling down her soft flushed cheeks as Chloe kissed her but the tears soon stopped as both girls continued to kiss softly, Max finally placing her hand, rather hurriedly onto Chloe's cheek as if still to check that she really was real.

When they pulled apart from the kiss, they rested their foreheads together, keeping their eyes closed but stayed as close to each other as possible. Max shifted and move a little closer, practically straddling Chloe's legs.

"Promise me you aren't going anywhere? I can't lose you again." Max whimpered out, her whole body still slightly tense. She started to relax slightly as Chloe gently drew circles on her back with her fingertips. "I promise you, Max, I don't plan of ditching you any time soon." Chloe reassured the smaller scared teen, still relaxing her with the small circles on her back.

Max had shifted so that she was lying down with her body half lying on top of Chloe's cuddled up close to her, while Chloe had her arm wrapped around Max to ensure that she held her close. They lay in silence for a good 15 minutes before Chloe spoke up.

"I know he killed me but when?" Chloe queried, looking up at the ceiling. Max tensed slightly at the question, not expecting the question from the blue haired teen beside her. Max then shifted and leaned herself up on her elbow, looking down at Chloe's face. She reached her hand up and placed it gently onto Chloe's cheek, stroking her thumb gently against the beautiful girl's cheek.

"When we found Rachel's body...but I fixed it…you're here" Max reassured, as Chloe turned her gaze from the ceiling to her…wait what was Max to her? Girlfriend? Lover? Partner? Companion? What did they class each other as? Max noticed the look on Chloe's face and tilted her own head in question. "What's that look for?" Max questioned, placing a gentle kiss on Chloe's cheek.

"What are we?" Chloe started, looking up towards Max, she wasn't used to this whole romance thing, the occasional fling since she was 16 yes but that was it, she had never felt anything like this before, like she does with Max, not even with Rachel.

"Humans?" Max teased but then noticed the serious look on Chloe's face and changed her teasing features to serious ones. "Sorry…what do you mean?" Max then asked, sitting herself up and looking down at the blue haired girl lying beside her.

"I mean…what are we now? We must be more than just best friends and I wouldn't exactly say fuck buddies seeing as we have never…" Chloe spoke, trailing off at the end when she noticed the frown on Max's face. Dammit Chloe, watch what you're a damn well saying! She mental slapped herself, wishing she was the one with the rewind power sometimes.

"Uhm…I don't know…" Max then muttered as she looked down at her lap, twirling her thumbs around each other. Max didn't like the term that Chloe just used. She knew Chloe obviously wouldn't be a virgin of sorts. Max sighed, getting a little frustrated because she was so unexperienced with all of this.

"Max, I'm sorry, I didn't mean…" Chloe started to apologise as Max shook her head to stop the girl from apologising to her. "No, No it's okay." Max interjected, looking towards the stunning girl beside her. Max sighed and got up out of the bed, stretching slightly as she started to head towards her room door.

"Where are you going?" Chloe asked hurriedly as she propped herself up onto her elbows, a frown showing on her features. Max turned and looked towards the teen lying in her bed. "Bathroom…?" Max then replied, as if asking if it was okay for her to go to the bathroom. Chloe flashed a small smile and nodded her head before dropping back down onto the bed.

Max nodded her head and quietly opened her room door and silently headed towards the bathroom. She sighed slightly as she closed the bathroom door behind herself and headed over towards the sink. She got a quick look at herself in the mirror; she turned on the cold water tap and cupped her hands, catching a pool of water in them before splashing her face with the water.

When she lifted her head she almost jumped out of her skin when she saw Mark Jefferson standing behind her holding a needle with a sinister grin on his face but when she spun around he was gone. "Christ Max…stop this. He's gone. He can't hurt anyone now" Max muttered to herself, not actually sure if Mark Jefferson had been put into Jail or Killed by the storm in Arcadia Bay. She had seen him killed in different time lines; she just hoped that it was the same in this one.

She sighed and moved over to relieve herself before she started to head back to her bedroom. She opened her bedroom door, quietly slipped back through the door and closed it behind herself. She looked over towards the bed when she heard how slow and steady Chloe's breathing was. She smiled when she noticed that Chloe was fast asleep again.

Max moved over and slipped herself back under the duvet beside Chloe, she felt Chloe shift slightly and make a cute little whimpering noise in her sleep which made Max's heart melt with how cute it was. She reached over and placed a gentle kiss onto Chloe's lips. She had no intention of waking the sleeping teen up but that's what the kiss achieved.

"Good pee?" Chloe sleepily mumbled, not caring what she was saying now since she was still half asleep. Max giggled slightly and sighed, cuddling up to Chloe again. "As good as a pee can get" Max then answered as she rested her head against the blue haired teens shoulder not wanting to mention her hallucination of Jefferson in the bathroom. Even though Chloe hadn't showered since they got to Seattle, the girl's hair still smelled of the coconut shampoo she obviously used back at home. The smell was definitely settling.

"Will you be my…uhm…my girlfriend?" Max then muttered out nervously, staying close to the sleepy teen beside her. Chloe rose her eyebrow slightly as she cracked open one eye and looked towards the figure cuddled up to her. She reached down and placed a gentle kiss on the brunette's head.

"Sure, Girlfriends." Chloe concluded with a smile but unable to stop the yawn that escaped her form. Max couldn't stop the smile that spread onto her face, as she sighed and settled against the taller girl's frame, both girl's finally dosing back off to sleep.

The Next Morning

Max stirred awake when she felt the sunlight against her cheek. She scrunched her eyes up slightly at the brightness of the sunlight before she stretched and sat herself up. Her hair wasn't exactly perfect after sleeping but she ran her hand through her hair and looked around the bedroom before noticing that Chloe wasn't in the bed beside her. Her heart raced slightly, wondering where the blue haired teen had gone. "Chloe?" Max called out, getting up out of the bed and trying not to panic.

It was just then that her bedroom door swung open and that taller teen stepped into the room, her hair wet and her body wrapped in one of the big fluffy bath towels that her parents left in the bathroom. Max raised her eyebrows slightly as she caught slight of the still slightly damp teen that was now stood in front of her.

"Shower?" Max asked which received a nod from the blue haired teen. Max smiled and watched the girl walk over towards her wall mounted mirror and catch a glimpse of herself. "I gave your mum our dirty clothes from last night, she asked for them when I went for a shower" Chloe explained as she reached over for the hairbrush that was sat on Max's desk and began to run it through her still wet hair.

"Okay, it shouldn't be long before they are clean and dry then" Max nodded her head as she walked over to her drawers and looked through them to get herself something to wear for the day. "Do you have a hairdryer?" Chloe asked, placing the hairbrush back down onto the desk, holding the towel around herself.

Max nodded and reached into her sliding wardrobe and up onto the shelf, grabbing hold of the red hairdryer before handing it over towards the tall girl. Chloe reached out and took hold of it before reaching down and plugging it into one of the power outlets, she secured the towel around her chest, making sure she was all covered before she started to dry her hair.

Max watched the girl for a few seconds, biting the inside of her lip before dragging her eyes away from the beautiful figure in front of her. She didn't want to look away but she had to look herself out some clothes. She grabbed a plain red t-shirt from one of her drawers before she went into her wardrobe and slipped a pair of blue skinny jeans off of a hanger.

"I'm going to go shower, feel free to put some music on or something" Max offered as she pointed towards her CD player that was sat on her desk beside her laptop. Chloe smiled and nodded her head as she put the hairdryer down, her hair never did take long to dry off because of how short it was. She walked over and gave Max a quick kiss on the cheek so as not to distract the brunette.

Max grinned at the kiss on her cheek before she headed towards the bathroom, leaving her clothes laid out on her bed. She got herself into the bathroom, stripped off her pjs and turned on the shower. She stepped under the stream of hot water, letting it slide over her body. She let her head fall under the water, soaking her hair which clung to her face. She poured some shampoo onto her hand and lathered it into her hair before rinsing it off. She washed her body with the strawberry shower gel that her parents obviously kept for her, she wondered if Chloe used that or if she had used her father's shower gel.

Max finished in the shower and stepped out, wrapping herself in one of the fluffy bath towels and headed back towards her bedroom. When she stepped into the room and heard the music that Chloe had chosen to listen to, it was her Fall Out Boy albums that Chloe had chosen to put on, obviously the only CD that she had that really appealed to Chloe's taste in music. Max looked over towards the bed and raised her eyebrow when she spotted Chloe lying on the bed, one leg bent up while the other was down flat, her gaze towards the ceiling and still only wrapped in the bath towel.

Max cleared her throat to get the girls attention which resulted in Chloe sitting upright and looking towards the brunette. She let a smirk cross her features, not expecting Max to be walking around in just her towel, like she was. She wolf whistled and grinned when she gained a blush from the smaller teen.

"Definitely a dork…" Max retorted to Chloe's wolf whistled with a smile on her face. She walked over towards the mirror and lifted the hairdryer and the brush, quickly blow drying her hair before brushing it until it was neat and tidy.

"Your dork" Chloe then muttered when Max turned off the hairdryer which made Max smile, turning her head towards her and nodding her head. "Always." Max finished, walking over to her drawers to take her underwear out of one of them. Max decided it was going to be day for her boy shorts instead of the usual girly pants.

Just as Max was about to take the towel off to put her underwear on she heard a knock on her bedroom door. "Max, sweetie?" She heard her mom's voice from the other side of the door. "I've got Chloe's clothes here, Breakfast will be ready shortly too, Pancakes and Bacon sound okay?" Max walked over to the door and opened it only ever so slightly.

She reached out and took the neatly folded clothing from her mother and smiled. "Yes mom, thank you, we'll be down once we are dressed" Max then explained to which her mother nodded her head and headed back towards the stairs and down them.

Max closed the bedroom door again. Chloe had gotten up off the bed and headed over towards her to take the clothes from her, but as Max turned from the closed door, her towel came loose and she didn't manage to catch it on time. Chloe grabbed hold of the clothing just as Max's towel fell off which she couldn't stop the grin that formed on her face.

Max blushed and she reached down to grab hold of the towel on the floor, knowing it was probably useless now to try and quickly cover herself since Chloe had seen it all now. Chloe placed her clothes on the desk before turning and taking hold of Max's naked frame, pulling her closer to her. "No need for the towel now…" Chloe muttered as she pulled the teen to her and leaned in pressing her lips to Max's.

Max melted into the kiss, pressing her body gently against Chloe's. Without even thinking, while they kissed, Max gently pulled Chloe's towel off of her body, letting it drop to the floor. When Chloe pressed her now also naked form against Max, the smaller teen's breath caught in her throat, humming gently into the kiss at the feeling of Chloe's skin against her own. They both stood with their arms wrapped around one another's naked bodies as they kissed for a good few minutes before Chloe pulled away from the kiss and looked down into Max's eyes.

"Not such a bad thing is it?" Chloe asked, referring to them both being completely nude in front of each other and in each other's arms as well. Max blushed and nodded her head, leaning up to place one more gentle kiss onto Chloe's lips.

"Let's get dressed, I'm starved." Chloe then said as they broke away from one another and began to get themselves dressed. "Good Idea and I'll check the news for anything about Arcadia Bay" Max concluded, pulling on the rest of her clothes and grabbing hold of her phone so she could do just as she said.

While Chloe finished getting herself dressed, Max was sat on the edge of her bed, skimming through her phone to see if she could find out anything from Arcadia Bay.

She skimmed through the stories that the papers had decided to write about the "ACRCADIA BAY FREAK STORM", as the headline's all stated. She sighed but then perked up when she spotted a section headed with the word "Survivors" She skimmed through the names, noticing many that she knew and a few that she didn't. Names that she read included "Kate Marsh, Warren Graham and Victoria Chase" she then skimmed down lower, hoping to god that she found Joyce's name on that same list.

She then spotted the name Joyce Price and stopped, looking closely to see what it said. Max read through what was said about each survivor and their injuries, especially when she came to Joyce's name.

"Chloe, she's alive!" Max stood from the bed, taking her phone over to Chloe and handing the phone over so Chloe could read what was on the screen. The blue haired teen took the phone from her girlfriend and skimmed over what the little blurb said about what Survivors had said.

Joyce Price was found in the wreckage of her own home late last night, calling out the name 'Chloe'. When the rescue team managed to retrieve Joyce, she said she managed to escape the wreckage of The Two Whales Diner just after the storm had settled with a young man named Warren Graham. They explained that a Mr Frank Bowers was still inside the diner unable to get out due to already having injuries; unfortunately Mr Frank Bowers didn't make it. Joyce is pleading to anyone who has seen her daughter to please get in contact; she just wants to know that she is okay.

Chloe's eyes filled with tears as she read the little part of the article saying that her mother was looking for her and that she just wanted to know that she was okay. She reached up and quickly wiped away the tear that escaped her eye. Chloe was never really one to show emotion especially nowadays and especially not towards her mother or her step-dad.

"Christ Max, my phone died yesterday, she could have been trying to call me." Chloe explained, looking around to find her phone. "Do you have a charger that'll fit this hunk of crap?" She asked, holding up an old cracked and scraped HTC phone. Max frowned for a second before remembering that her dad used to have that same phone. "My dad might" She then assumed, nodding her head slightly.

"C'mon, we can find out" Max then reassured, holding her hand out to Chloe. Chloe looked towards the girls hand and flashed a small but sad smile before taking hold of it, interlocking her fingers with Max's they both headed towards the door of then room before heading down the stairs, still hand in hand. Max was expecting both her parents to be sitting in the dining room getting ready to eat breakfast so they could just separate their hands before they reached the dining room.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, they turned down the hallway to head towards the dining room and let go of each other's hands. It was just then that Max heard her father right behind her and Chloe, clearing his throat as if to get their attentions. Max almost jumped out of her skin at the rough noise of her father clearing his throat as she turned to look at him.

"Jesus, Dad don't do that!" Max exclaimed, before realizing that he may have seen her and Chloe holding hands, but she chose not to mention it, hoping he wouldn't either if he had.

"Uhm…Dad do you still have your old Phone charger? Chloe's phone died and we read on the online news that Joyce is okay and is trying to contact Chloe." Max explained to which Ryan just raised his eyebrow before nodding his head. "In the garage, it should be wrapped up in the first box on the shelf" Ryan then spoke pointing towards the slightly open garage door which was obvious now that was where he had come from.

Max nodded her head and nudged her head towards the garage for Chloe to see, so that Chloe would follow her. Ryan watched both the girls heading towards the garage and raised his eyebrow slight before walking into the dining room where his wife was currently setting the table with 4 places.

"Vanessa?" Ryan then piped up as he took his place at the head of the table and let a frown settle on his face. In all the years that he watched Chloe and Max spend time together, even if he hadn't seen that happen in 5 years, he had never seen the girls holding hands the way they had been when he spotted them in the hallway. Yeah he had seen them grab each-others hands excitedly as they ran off to play some Pirate game they seemed to enjoy playing, but never fingers interlocked and just walking.

"Yeah, honey?" Vanessa answered, not looking away from the place she was currently laying cutlery out. She placed the final fork onto the table and then lifted her gaze to look at her husband, tilting her head slightly in question, wondering what her husband was about to say.

"Uhm…do you think there is something going on between Max and Chloe?" Ryan then came right out with it, looking towards his wife when he did. Vanessa looked at her husbands with her eyebrows raised for what felt like almost a minute before letting out a slight laugh. Ryan frowned at his wife's sudden moment of glee.

"I thought I was the only one that noticed it." Vanessa then spoke, still chuckling a little. She had noticed the way that Max and Chloe had looked at each other the night before at the foot of the stairs and it was a look of complete adoration and love.

Ryan raised his eyebrows once again as his wife told him that she had already noticed it. Why was he always so slow at noticing things? "Do you think that our daughter might be gay?" Ryan then asked, his tone of voice not sounding bitter or hurtful but actually quite accepting. Vanessa then walked over towards her husband and stood behind his chair, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"She may well be, but we won't say anything until she is ready to tell us herself, okay? We'll still love her just the same, I know that much." Vanessa then said softly as she placed another gentle kiss on her husband's cheek and stood up straight just as Max and Chloe entered the dining room.

A/N: So, as you can see I decided that the drama in this chapter was mainly going to be Max reliving the Dark Room in a nightmare, but then also Max hallucinating in the bathroom and thinking she could see Jefferson behind her, which is a common symptom of PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). I also decided that I would let Vanessa and Ryan figure out that something was going on between Max and Chloe themselves, but also have them understanding about it, because I come from a very understanding family myself. I hope you enjoyed guys and I'll be getting straight to work on the next chapter seeing as I have some free time on my hands :)