A bit later then planned... have been kinda busy the past few days. Well, hope you all can still enjoy this chapter ^^
As I stated before I'm pretty new to writing stories myself. I'm still somewhat testing things out, looking for a style that fits me. Hope you can bear through that with me :P
If there's something you didn't like don't mind letting me know! ^3^


Chloe hasn't been so motivated in a long time. She was still just in her underwear, looking at herself in the bathroom. But now she could see a possible solution for their dilemma. She quickly put on all of her clothes. The punk was so excited that she even forgot to dry herself up. Wearing a grey shirt with an angel winged skeleton and one of her ripped jeans she was standing before the door to her room. She hesitated for a moment. Maybe Max was still asleep? The blue haired girl felt like she should knock, even thought it was her own door she was standing next to. She thought that her girlfriend was still sleeping on the bed, or maybe even awake in a still somewhat depressed mood. The idea that the brunette would not be cheering up after hearing Chloe's plan stopped her for a moment, but then she decided to risk a peek inside, as quietly as possible.

It was already evening and the last reddish rays of the sun were shining through the window. They let the whole room look somewhat surreal. Like it was shrouded in a gentle flame, and amid this fire was a small girl sitting. Legs crossed while still being on the bed, the girl in flames didn't look like she was being sad or feeling guilty anymore. Most of her head was under the beanie Chloe was missing. It was pulled over the brown hair and just ended right over her ocean-blue eyes. Max was biting her underlip, like she always does when she's deep in her thoughts. But unlike Chloe's expectation, her eyes were full of confidence, not pain or regret. It looked like she also had found a way to deal with their dilemma. Seeing her girlfriend like that the blue haired girl felt ecstatic. She didn't give up yet, did she? Max Everdeen my girl on fire. I was ready to pull you together, but you're strong enough yourself, aren't ya? In short, Chloe was speechless after seeing Max like that.

After a few seconds of being starred at, Max quirked an eyebrow. As she waved with her right hand she said, "Che? You alright?"

"Beautiful..." The blue haired girl muttered more to herself than as an answer, but Max's mouth still formed a smile after hearing that.


The moment Chloe left the room to take a shower Max woke up. She couldn't help but feel uneasy when her bluer half wasn't around. Get a grip. The week is over. She is safe now. Even Sean Prescott won't just kill someone... or will he? She couldn't help it. If she was honest to herself she expected to never truly recover from all the stuff that happened this week. She was always feeling nervous and anxious and it only somewhat improved when she felt her girlfriend being close to her. Geez, I'm even scared of the dark... I feel like I'm a freaking child again.

Thinking about herself as a child reminded Max for how long she and Chloe knew each other already. Her eyes wandered over to the wall she and Chloe used to keep track of their height. She wasn't that much bigger when we were younger. Being thrown back into old memories for a moment the freckled girl started to chuckle, but just a short while later her smile vanished leaving her yet again with the problems of the present. I'll just sign this piece of crap and... and we can life peacefully again. A few seconds passed and an annoyed groan, created from her own disbelieve in what she just thought, escaped her lips. Yeah right... 'Peacefully' with a fucking murderer and his psycho dad both hating me. No. This isn't the solution I want. There gotta be another way...

The freckled girl sat herself on the bed and started thinking about their options... until the blue haired girl opened the door, and just starred at her.

"Che? You alright?"

"Beautiful..."

"Who could you be talking about?" The smaller girl wanted to tease, but Chloe just shook her head and answered, "You look better now. Something good happened while I was away? I bet you had a dream about me under the shower, perv." Chloe said as she pointed an accusing finger at the brunette. A giggle escaped Max's mouth. Still trying to collect herself, The punk now fully entered the room and sat herself on the chair next to the desk. She was curious about what had cheered up the freckled girl so much. "So?"

"So what?"

"C'mon gurl, if I wait any longer moos'll start to grow on me! You figured something didn't you? Spill the beans already!" A hyped Chloe said.

Seeing her girlfriend being agitated made the freckled girl chuckle again. The punk sighed, but sooner or later started too laugh as well. "You know... You're really beautiful like that."

"I guess the red eyes from all the crying are mostly reason for that, right?" The smaller girl wanted crack a joke, but Chloe stayed serious for once.

"No. I mean that you look now like you're full of hope. I hate to see you feeling down. But after all you never gave up. I don't know what you have in mind right now but I can see that you also thought a way out of this shit, didn't you?"

"Hmm, I need to be more careful. Maybe giving you my diary was a mistake after all? You're starting to read me like a open book." The freckled girl answered playfully. Then she also changed into a more serious mood and continued, "I thought that maybe, if we have enough evidence, we could help the police get Sean Prescott before he can do anything to either of us."

Realizing that both girls had the same idea, the punk started laughing. "You won't believe me, but when I was showering I had exactly the same idea!" Chloe said as she turned her back to the freckled girl and turned on the stereo. Courtney Barnett's History Eraser started to play.

"Really?" Max looked kinda surprised.

"Hey... Even I can have a good ideas once in a while."

"Didn't mean it like that, but... in the other time line you once told me that we could never trust the police."

"Yea that sounds like me. My acab attitude won't change that easily. But now with an investigation running against them, the police'll be more interested in all the shit those Fuckscotts did over the last few years."

"Exactly! Now we only need to dig out their secrets. Full detective mode. Hope you're ready for some all-nighter Watson."

"Of course I'm the butler. Why do you get to be the cool guy?"

"First in time, first in line."

"First in time... really?" Chloe rolled her eyes at pun her girlfriend just made. "But now that I think about it, didn't you and the 'other me' find some dirt in Principal Wells office?" The punk asked while pointing at Max bag, which had the journal inside.

"You're right! We even took the money the Prescotts used to blackmail Wells."

"You guys stole money? Hardcore, even for you Max." But in her mind the blue haired girl still felt a rest jealousy towards the memories she and Max made in the other time line. Or Max has without me... with me but without me? Ughh!

"But you're right... I remember there being a ton of e-mails between Principal Wells and Sean Prescott. Maybe we could find something... if we just could get inside again."

"...Ah right! There was an alarm on the door right?"

"Uh-huh, and without using my powers I don't see a way we could get in."

"Dang it!"

The freckled girl started to bit her lip again. In her mind she went back to the day she and Chloe broke into Blackwell for the first time. Che scared me. "Boo yah, punk ghost"... Keys... The office was locked... We nuked it with the help of Warren... Security alarm went off... Turned back time... Wait! "That's it!"

"What?!" The blue haired girl winced in her chair.

"We both may not be able to get inside the office without help."

"Without help? Someone in mind? Please don't tell me it's this wannabe knight Warren."

"I think you know exactly who I'm talking about. Just think about it for a second. Who could be the only one helping us with security alarms?"

The bigger girl tilted her head in confusion for a moment. Eyes wide open, she then realized what Max tried to say. "Nope. That won't work Mad Max."

"Chloe... Without his help we won't be able to set foot into the office."

The punk just shook her head. "This dude is a fucking nazi. He won't break any rules."

"It didn't stop him from breaking into private property last time, did it?" The brunette was wondering why her girlfriend was so against her idea. You already know that he wants to help. Give yourself a push and accept him for once.

"I-I... think he isn't reliable. What if he freaks and tells everyone about our planes? We can't trust him at all!" Chloe said, her hands fluttering around like she wanted to distract the smaller girl from not having a good reason not to ask David for help.

But instead of trying to convince Chloe the freckled girl just started laughing. "It's adorable how you try to evade David at all cost. I think deep down you've already accepted that he's not so bad as you think he is."

"Eat the bird." An annoyed punk rolled her eyes and gave her girlfriend a certain finger. "You wouldn't like him either if you were in my shoes."

"But I'm not. I'm in the super comfortable sneaker of being right. We gonna ask him for help?"

One last moan came out of Chloe's mouth before she gave up. "If you think that it'll help us..." The blue haired girl was being economical with her excitement, which amused Max.

"C'mon, you can even let me do all the talking. I just need you by my side to cheer me on. Or did you have any idea where to find someone else who could help us?"

"Not with the office, but I had someone else in mind."

"Hmm, who could that be?"

Another annoyed sigh came out of Chloe's mouth."... Damn, I really don't want too do that either... but the one who sold Nathan the drugs was Frank Bowers so maybe he knows something."

As she heard a pictures of the blue haired girl being threatened with a knife flashed towards Max's eyes. She immediately jumped on her feet and said with a strict voice, "You won't meet with someone as dangerous as Frank!"

The sudden outburst surprised the bigger girl. But then she also understood. You probably worry that he'll use his 'I am a bad boy' knife again. Like he did... with the other Chloe.
"I could just call him, you know? No need to meet in person."

"... you could, I suppose." The punk saw how the other girl visibly relaxed after realizing that.

"Your overreacting is pretty adorable." Chloe added with a wink. Instead of saying anything back Max just pouted and crossed her arms. "Awww, don't hate me! I'm sorry." The punk said while standing up as well. Now next to each other the two girls glazed into each others faces. The freckled girl narrowed her eyes and wanted to look intimidating as she looked up, but still she couldn't stop her mouth from forming a smile.

"You can't be angry at me Maxie. You couldn't hate puppies either could you? They and me share the same secret. We are cute as hell." The blue haired girl said as she pointed with her thumb at herself. Max just rolled her eyes, while simultaneously letting out a sigh. "Well, let me be frank, between a puppy and you it's pretty obvious who's cuter."

"Me, of course! Right? Who wouldn't choose me." The punk said full of confidence, but the silence of her girlfriend left a sour taste. "Hey Maxaroni... it's me you would choose, right?"
Slowly the smile the punk had on her face faded away. "You would choose a dog over me?!"

But the smaller girl just shrugged her shoulders. Let me have some fun with you as well once in a while. "Who knows?"

"You've gotta be shittin' me!"

The freckled girl let out one last giggle before closing the cap between her and the bigger girl. She whispered "You're far too big." while raising herself on her tiptoes. Her arms slung around the blue hair, she pulled Chloe down into a hoped-for kiss. After a few moments of surprise the blue haired girl started to deepen the kiss and bent over the smaller girl. Leaned back while still reaching up, Max wasn't able to hold the balance for much longer. She let herself fall back onto the bed behind her, and pulled her girlfriend with her. The punk, not wanting to fall on the smaller girl, used her hands to stop her fall. The smaller girl's head was now caged between Chloe's arms. For a short moment both of them just looked at each other and hesitated.

"I knew it would be me."

"Shut up."

The punk slowly lowered her head. Max didn't want to wait any longer for the other girl as well, so she rose her own head to meet her girlfriend in the middle. Euphoria overcame both girls as their lips connected. Max's hands gently went through the cold wet blue hair, and after a while rested in Chloe's neck to pull her down. Drops of water dripped onto the freckled cheeks, but all she could feel was a warmth beaming from the girl on top of her. She wanted to wrap into this comfortable warmth and after some more kissing Chloe also noticed that she was dripping water and asked with a chuckle, "Am I making you wet?"
But she didn't get exactly the reaction she expected, like a sassy comment or a smile, instead the girl lying underneath her looked kinda shocked. Has the joke really been that bad? But then she noticed that Max's blue eyes weren't looking at her anymore. Her gaze was looking at something behind the punk, and as she turned around to see what had taken the attention from her girlfriend she saw a middle aged women with blond hair, just like her own, standing in the door. Hands in her hips Joyce looked surprised, but also somewhat upset. The music was still playing as loud as ever. Non of the girls had heard Joyce coming before it was to late. Oh my god, did she hear my wet joke?! The punks cheeks went up in flames. She hasn't been that embarrassed in a long time. If there would have been an option to just sink into the earth and never come back, Chloe would have grabbed Max and jumped heads first.

"Uh-oh. T-this i-is uhm..." Was the first thing that escaped Chloe's lips. In an instant she was on her own two feet again. While flapping her hands around she tried to find a somewhat believable lie. Knowing that there was no way out of this her shoulder sunk and with a low voice she said, "... exactly what it looks like."

Joyce's eyes wandered from her daughter down to the girl still lying on the bed. "Max could you give me and my daughter a moment alone?"

The freckled girl looked over to Chloe and saw that the blue haired girl had a look full of worries. She and Max both expected Joyce to take the whole 'dating thing' better. She can't be serious right now... Maybe it just shocked her? That's understandable but... The small girl sat up, took a deep breath and said, "Sorry Joyce, but you gotta understand I'm a part of us." She pointed towards herself and Chloe. "If there's a problem with us I have a right to stay here as well." She felt kinda weird, being rude towards the women she had respected like a second mother until now. Sorry, but I won't let you get between me and my 'price'. The punk on the other hand formed a thank you with her lips before turning her gaze back to her mother again.

"Mom..." Chloe started rubbing her upper arm with one of her hands, "do you really..."


Joyce Price always have had a strong bound with her family and after her first husband had died in a car accident she realized that there was just one thing really important for her. She didn't need a perfect family or a lot of money, she just wanted her beloved to be happy. She didn't care about her daughter being rebellious, having blue hair or anything like that. As long as Chloe was able to find happiness in those things her mother was pleased with it. That was of course not always the case, obviously she wasn't feeling that way when her only child dropped out of school. She was a mother after all. But well... that wasn't entirely Chloe's fault. They have had a rough time ever since William had passed away. And while Joyce found someone new, Chloe had no one to really open up too, so Joyce saw it as her responsibility to always be there for her daughter. It didn't matter for what. If she just needed a ear to listen to her rants, cries or just to tell her a bad joke Joyce would be there. She wanted to make her daughter be able to be herself around her. No need to hide herself and her true feelings behind the hard shell she had grown over the last few years. It didn't matter what happened, Joyce would always accept her. To archive that the middle aged women had set one rule for herself and her daughter: Being honest with each other. And most of the times they were. They fought some times, but the reason had never been a lie. Until the first time her daughter had lied to her. Joyce was of course not a fan of her daughter smoking weed, but what really upset her had been the fact that Chloe had gone to great length to hide it from her.

She felt like her daughter didn't trust her anymore.

Then came Max Caulfield. The past week had probably been the best for her daughter since Rachel had gone missing. She saw her child smiling and laughing like she hasn't been in months, and was thankful towards the smaller girl for that. She also noticed the looks they gave each other. She thought it would be better to leave it without any further comment. If that was what Chloe wanted, then she didn't mind.

As she came home this Saturday she heard her daughter's music playing as loud as ever. She didn't even bother to scream upstairs. She brought the left over from Two Whales in the fridge and wanted to let her daughter know that she here earlier then expected.

She knocked at her daughter's door. Once. Twice. The music was not loud enough to overhear the knocking. Weird. Joyce opened the door, curious about what distracted her daughter. And what she found was a punk trying to hide the truth from her. Again.

"Do you really... have a problem with me being like that?" Her daughter asked, her voice full of concern.

"How can you two even think like that of me!" The punk's mother said obviously being offended by the two girls. "Do you two really think I wouldn't love you anymore because you aren't straight? What kind of terrible mother do you think I am?"

"Oh.. Uhm..." The punk scratched her head for a moment. She didn't expected to be scolded like that. In confusion she looked over to Max for help, but she was biting her under lip again and dodging every eye contact. She probably feels just as shitty as I do right now. How the fuck could I think my mom is homophobic?!

"You even tried to hide it from me. Did I ever not accept you for what you are?"

Being screamed at like that Chloe felt like she was shrinking with every word being said. It hurt. She and her mother have had their fights, but normally it was because she did something. This was the first time she had really offended her mother like that. She didn't want to cry, so she wished the tears away as soon as they came.
Joyce sighed after realizing that her daughter was about to sob. It hasn't been her intention to explode like that. "Honey... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you two. I... just... Why do you not trust me anymore darling?"

"I hella love you mom!"

"I know... You just started to... move away from me. Well... I guess that's normal for a girl your age..." And with those words said the mother embraced her sniffing daughter into a tight hug.

Max was moved by the scene that just unfolded before her eyes. A misunderstood daughter and her lonely mother finally reunited... This would be such a great photo. I wish I didn't have to destroy my camera when I fell unconscious... Still lost in thought she didn't notice how the two women next to her started looking over to Max. "What're you doing there?" For a moment Max didn't understood that she was being spoken to. "Huh?"

Joyce waved the freckled girl over. "You're part of this family now. This is your cuddling as well." Chloe and her mother both opened their hug so that Max could join them. This gesture was heartwarming for her. She didn't fully understand why, but as soon as she was being embraced by the two Price women she felt a feeling of coming back home.