AN : I am so so so so so sorry that I haven't updated this in a year! I got disctracted by life... only remembered I had this when I was looking for fics and found something that looked familiar. So again, I'm really sorry! I'll update again as soon as, coz apparently, I already have a paper copy of this fic.

I hope you don't all hate me for disappearing for so long and that a couple extra updates soon will make you forgive me
Please keep reviewing... it'll remind me that I still have a fic to finish! lol

Frida Vaccari - I'm glad you like Alex! Nobody else seems to. I'd make them get back together, but I think some people would attack me for it lol

Anyways guys, thanks for continuing to review in my absence. I enjoyed the ego boosts : )

You all know what to do now

XII – Nightmares + Daydreams

"Alex was an amazing person. She was talented, friendly, selfless and kind. She fell in love too easy, which is why we're here. That bitch killed her," Moose accused, pointing a trembling finger to the gathered mourners.

The view changed and Shalimar saw herself being encircled by Alex's loved ones, all of them angry and hostile. Their eyes burned red and flashed dangerously.

Shalimar stepped back and into someone. She turned to see Emma, looking beautiful as always, until her face twisted into malice.

"You killed her… and she asked me to pass on a message," she sneered. She held out her hands and both women watched as a sharp glinting blade materialised from thin air.

Emma stepped forward, thrusting the blade deep into Shalimar's ribcage. Blood flowed down to her feet as the burning pain took hold of her. She watched helplessly as Emma leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

"Wake up. Shal, wake up."

Shalimar bolted upright immediately, drenched in a cold sweat. Hands shaking, she rubbed at her eyes and brushed hair from her forehead.

She saw Emma sitting on the side of her bed and prayed to God hat it had just been a dream. The psionic raised a hand to Shalimar's forehead before gently caressing her cheek.

"Are you okay? You were whimpering," Emma stated, a sad smile on her lips. It amazed her how such a strong woman could be reduced to a vulnerable, weak mess by a simple dream.

"Is she dead?" Shall asked. Emma knew she meant Alex and shook her head. Shalimar sighed in relief and let Emma embrace her, grateful for someone to be there, especially Emma.

"I love you," Shalimar whispered, not realizing she had said it until Emma said it back.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

She opened her eyes and knew she had been crying in her restless sleep; wet tears glistened on her cheeks.

Turning her head to the right, she felt someone grip her hand before looking up to see Cammy, Moose and Ross standing before her. Cammy held on protectively to her cold but sweaty hand.

"Hey," he smiled softly, using his free hand to wipe away Alex's drying tears.

She saw the hurting and grief in his eyes, knowing it was because of her. As the guilt sank in and made her feel worse, she looked to her other two bandmates and saw that their emotion's reflected Cammy's.

"I'm sorry," she rasped. It was all she could muster. Coherent sentences and witty remarks seemed miles away, and from the mourning eyes of her friends, she doubted she would work the strength to achieve these traits.

Moose moved to beside her head and moved a loose hair from Alex's face, gently stroking the lifeless locks.

"Don't be sorry. Just get better so we can take you home," she pleaded.

She wanted to get better. It wasn't as though she wanted to feel and look like death warmed up, and not warmed up very much.

Ross said nothing to her. He wouldn't even meet her gaze. That was when the realization poured through her body; she had scared them.

She made a promise to herself in that moment. She swore to herself that she would never hurt her friends again as long as she knew them.

The four bandmates were silent, tears escaping from all lonely pairs of eyes. Each person was afraid for the loss of another.

Emma understood their feelings and wished for some way to reassure them of their safety, but none came to her.

Cammy and Alex shared a special bond, like brother and sister. The bassist truly cared for Alex, not that the others didn't. Ross couldn't speak because he was afraid that if he opened his mouth he would condemn them all to endless tears and reveal his vulnerability when it came to loved ones. Moose couldn't imagine life without Alex. They had been friends for fifteen years and she would do anything for the singer.

But there was nothing she could do.

The bond shared between these four people was the strongest Emma had known in a long time. Each one would die for the next, and none could live without the others. It was heart-warming and tears brimmed in Emma's eyes at the thought that Alex's mutation could bring an end to their beautiful family.

There had to be something they could do.

An idea burst into her head and she ran to her room, turning on her laptop and locating the files she had downloaded on Alex. She closed the lid of the computer and picked it up.

Adam would be able to help Alex, whether he was aware of it or not.