Yeah, so the next two chapters ended up in Molly's POV. Oops. I wanted them short so I could write in Mal/Natara's POV but they kind of took off in their own. I do want to write for Mal/Natara later though.


Mal had given the phone to Amy to trace, and she had yelled over the chaos that it might be best if Mal went home to tell Natara, as it might take time to trace anyways. He did and was surprised by her reaction.
"She's alive…" she had barely whispered.
"I'm going after her" Mal had said. He turned to go, and Natara grabbed his shoulder to grab him.
"No, your not". Mal looked at her curiously. "Not without your partner".

One Hour Earlier

Molly looked at Brutus oddly. What was he going to do? He started to walk away, and Molly stopped him and said she was fine. "You need to learn to act your age Molly. If someone wants to help you, let them" he said harshly. Molly thought this was rather hash since he was the adult that had the mentality of a child. He continued to walk, and stopped when he saw Genevieve. She was reading, and this strangely made Molly's blood boil. How she could be doing something so calm while she was tearing the lives of others apart. She saw Brutus take out a knife.
"Brutus, what are you-?" she was cut off when Brutus clamped his hand over her mouth to silence her. He signaled for her to follow past where Genevieve sat, holding his weapon in a defensive way. After they were fairly clear from where she was, Brutus said "I'm sick of these games. We're getting out of here".
Molly liked the idea of leaving, but was afraid for Brutus.
"Brutus, no offense but you've killed people. They'll catch you".
He came her a puzzled look. "But I've changed".
"I know that, and you know that, but the people who want to put you away-they don't know that. All they know is you've killed people. They'll try and put you away".
He gave her a pained look. "But I don't want to go away, I want to stay with you. You're one of the few people who looks past what I've done".
Molly bit her lip, unsure what to say. "You can run away, hide in another country and start another life. Be someone else".
They finally reached the door to what Molly guessed had some sort of vehicle in it, a garage or similar. Brutus froze as he put his hand on the door knob, turning to Molly once more. "Molly, if I do leave the country, would it be okay if I wrote to you?".
Molly smiled at him "I would like that, I would like that very much".
"I thought you were better than that Brutus" said a familiar voice, one that made Molly shutter involuntarily. "But I guess I was wrong". Genevieve, flanked by bodyguards, stepped closer to them "You're not going anywhere".