It was about midnight when I heard the door slam. Thinking I had imagined it, I curled back across Saul's chest and closed my eyes.

BANG!

I bolted upright, I reached for Saul and shook him gently, panic settling in my chest. There was a creak and a rattle. I had not imagined that.

"Saul… Saul, please wake up. Saul, I'm scared." I whispered, both in my mind and voice. He groaned and rolled over.

"I'm awake darling, I'm awake." He sat up and pulled me against his chest, one hand rubbing his eyes blearily and the other tight around my waist. "What's up sweetheart?"

"It sounds stupid but I swear I just heard the door slam and I'm really scared." I mumbled.

Saul sighed, glancing at the door. "Are you sure you weren't dreaming, or having a vision. You've had them at night before Karla."

I shook my head. "That was different, I know it was different. I did not imagine that door slam, I swear-"

BANG!

I flung myself at Saul, clutching at him tightly. "See! Don't tell me you didn't hear it that time!"

"Okay, darling, okay. I believe you. I'm going to check the door." He paused. "Stay here darling." He kissed my forehead and wrapped his side of the covers around me. He stood and strode towards the door. Turning back he said, "Don't worry sweetheart. Everything will be fine."

I nodded and wrapped the covers tighter around me. Slowly, my sight clouded over and I was propelled into a vision.

Saul P.O.V:

I grimaced as I climbed back up the stairs. The door had been unlocked, opened and left open, which was why it slammed in the wind. I couldn't sense any danger, at all. It was as though I was being blocked. There was a thud and I started to run up the stairs, my heart pounding, my mind stuck on one thing; Karla.

"Hey, babydoll, you okay?" I asked gently as I pushed the door to our bedroom open and slowly crept in. What I saw nearly made my heart stop. Karla was lying lifeless, on the floor. I dropped to my knees and gently pulled her into my arms.

"Darling wake up, wake up." I begged. "Please Karla. Come on sweetheart." Was it a vision or something else? Oh God. Oh God. Please don't let it be something else. I pressed my lips to her forehead and stroked her cheek.

Her eyelids fluttered and I let out a huge breath. Thank god. Barely waiting for her to open her eyes properly, I clutched her to my chest and squeezed her tightly.

"Saul…" she murmured.

"I'm here, see…God, Karla don't ever scare me like that again!"

She gripped my jumper, almost pinching my skin.

"Ow!"

"Zed," she gasped. "Zed."

"What about Zed darling? Karla tell me baby, what about Zed?" I ordered. She blinked and hugged me, tears falling down her cheeks.

"I don't know. It was just Zed. Something about Zed… just Zed." She repeated.

There were footsteps and Xav and Yves appeared in the room, Yves flicking on the light.

"What's going on?" Xav asked tiredly, squinting in the sudden brightness.

"Something about Zed, right honey?" Karla nodded against my chest.

Yves disappeared. "He's not in his room." he announced upon his return. I swore internally, and stood, slowly pulling Karla up with me.

"Okay," I said, keeping a firm hold on Karla. "Xav call Trace or Victor or both. Yves can you get your mother a glass of water?"

"Sure." They both said and left.

I pulled the cover from the bed and wrapped it round Karla's tiny body, before lifting her into my arms and carrying her downstairs. As I tucked it around her on the couch, Yves returned with water and I could hear Xav arguing with one of his brothers on the phone.

Xav P.O.V:

I slammed the phone down and leaned against the wall in the lounge, watching my mother and father together. She looked so fragile tonight, so childlike, as if seeing the future was tiring her out.

It is. My father replied. But she's slowly exhausting herself with worry.

I nodded. Zed's being a jerk tonight. Why can't he disappear in the morning and say good bye then?

I don't know, son. Dad sat down next to mom and she moved her head to his lap, one hand resting on his knee. He smiled and meshed a hand in her hair, running his fingers through it.

I'll give you two some privacy. I straightened up and made to leave.

"Stay." Mom whispered. "Please Xav."

I sighed and collapsed onto an armchair. Groaning, when I heard the roar of motorbikes in the drive, I stood and wandered to the door.

Saul P.O.V:

"How dare he pull a stunt like this?" Trace hissed when all was explained to him and Victor. "What the blo- hell was he thinking." He glanced at his mother who was seemingly fast asleep on my lap warily. I grinned, she had them trained well.

"He clearly wasn't." Victor snapped. "He never does. He's so selfish."

"Hey!" I interrupted. "Instead of insulting him, do you think you could maybe find him?"

There was silence as they both contemplated.

"Fine. We'll search Wrickenridge, but if we can't find him we'll come back. If he's not back in an hour and a half we'll consider the police." Trace said finally.

0oo~oo0

The door banged open, making me and Karla jump. I had sent Yves and Xav back to bed earlier, Karla sleepily declaring they needed their sleep, and while they both agreed silently that it should be the other way round, they were too worried to argue. Someone swore in the kitchen. I looked down at Karla and kissed the side of her head. She smiled slightly. There were footsteps and a familiar figure appeared in the doorway. Her smile widened and she leapt out of my lap, flinging herself on the figure.

"Zed! My baby! I was so worried about you! How dare you disappear like that in the middle of the night! Your father and I were so worried-"

"You already said that mom." Zed almost growled. I stood, the amused smile wiped off my face. "And I'm not your 'baby', I'm seventeen."

Karla's face fell. "What were you thinking going off like that in the middle of the night!" she thumped his stomach gently and hugged him tightly, stretching on her toes to reach. "I was terrified something had happened to you, like you had been kidnapped or something! I was scared!"

"Well, obviously I wasn't and will you get off me?" Zed practically shoved his mother off him and Karla stumbled back a few paces. I snapped, angry and worry building.

"Zed Benedict, I did not raise you to shove women, if fact I did not raise you to shove anyone or wander streets at night, worrying everyone, especially your mother. Do you know she almost collapsed having a vision about you; she's completely exhausted herself with worry, something we all have a right to do." I said, trying to keep calm.

"Bloody hell!"

"You don't swear in front of women either, it is completely disrespectful and your mother deserves better. Apologise… now Zed." I ordered.

"Why should I? You act like she's a china doll that must be wrapped in cotton wool at all times. If she wasn't so bloody weak and scared and annoying all the time, then maybe, just maybe I'd give her the respect she deserves! It's not my fault she's a terrible mother!"

Karla looked as though she'd been slapped. "Zed…" she whispered, moving towards him and taking his arm. He jerked away. "Zed, Zed darling please, tell me you didn't mean that… Zed?"

"I. Meant. Every. Word." He snarled. Karla burst into tears, pushed past him and fled up the stairs, Zed's words flooding her mind.

"You've gone too far this time." I said quietly. "I forbid you to ever talk like that to your mother again and if I ever hear from the boys or Karla herself of you being that rude and nasty, I will ground you for a lot longer than I am this time. Get out of my sight. Go to your room."

0oo~oo0

"Karla? Darling?" I murmured as I tiptoed into our bedroom, after telling Trace and Victor everything, I had got Karla a steaming mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows and a couple of her homemade cookies. There was a sniff and my heart nearly broke to see her so distraught. I placed the mug and the cookies onto the bedside table, and, because Trace and Vick were staying over and they had stolen our cover. I pulled a thick blanket out of the airing cupboard and wrapped it over her trembling body.

"Oh darling, don't cry. Please don't cry." I begged. She swallowed and sat up slowly.

"He hates me Saul… he hates me…" Karla burst out crying again and flung herself on my chest. "My baby hates me…"

"He doesn't babydoll. He was just saying that. None of us hate you; we all love you and god, Karla you know I'd fight to the death for you baby."

"Yeah, Zed's just being a jerk. Ignore him. You are the best mom in the world! I mean come one, you even have the five mugs to prove it, and so don't you believe any of that bull!" Xav said quietly from the door. Karla laughed and my heart soared.

Thank you! I told him.

Xav shrugged. It's the truth.

I turned back to Karla and kissed her gently.

"I'm not a china doll am I Saul?" Karla asked me through a mouthful of cookie.

"No darling." I paused. "I guess I do try and treat you like one, but it's because I can't lose you Karla, I can't live without you, I mean I'm a wreck if you go out with Shelly for the day. You're my number one priority, you come first above all else. Nothing and no one comes between us, right?"

"Right." Karla said with a smile as she broke the last cookie in half and gave me one half. I kissed her nose, which made her giggle.

"I love you." I murmured.

She smiled and snuggled into my arms. "I love you to."