TtCiTtW-21

A/N: This story can legally drink now; It's 21.

Wow... I never thought this'd end up so long. It was supposed to be, like, 7 chapters! And look at this! Three times that and we're just getting really into the plot line! Going through the rising action we are!

*shakes head* Oh well... I've been volunteering a lot lately. It's loads of fun! Quite chipper and doodley-dee. It makes me feel happy to know I'm helping others.

Oh, and I love J-pop, so calm down people...

I've also started getting sick a lot again. Waaaaaaa~ I hate my weak immune system! I'm coughing and sniffing everywhere, and I've cleared the house of tissue boxes. -_-" I also twisted my ankle up during guard practice. Children, don't end up like Missy...

Disclaimer: I don't own a Teli company, so no. No ownies.

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*Alek*

Kayla and I are on our way home from the supermarket when she gets a call on her cellphone. As her slightly annoying J-pop ringtone sounds from somewhere deep in her purse, I vaguely wonder how Kayla had become such a big fan of Japanese television and music. Up until about 8th grade, she'd been just like any other girl-child her age in tastes and interests, then suddenly, she was all... weird. Well, that'd not the best word for it, but it gets the picture out.

The girl beside me rustles in her purse, looking for the screaming object, muttering curses under her breath. Her hand reaches impossibly far into the bag, her arm in over the elbow. Soon, however, the ringing stops and the call goes to voicemail, and Kayla gives up on finding the electronic device. With a frustrated grunt, the Mai pats her pants before freezing. She sighs, pulling out her phone from her back pocket, staring at it, then placing it back in the denim. At my pointed look says, "If they call again, then I'll answer."

We continue to walk along, silently, looking around us and shifting plastic bags every so often. Kayla points out a strange looking cloud, and we both stop and stare at it for a while. "It's definitely a Cheerio," she whispers.

"No, I think it's a donut," I counter.

"Wait- it has a tail."

"One of those paddle and ball things, then?"

"No idea. Maybe."

We stand there, in the middle of the sidewalk, a soft, warm wind rustling hair, clothing, and bags, and the sounds of people and cars making their way past or around us. It's a companionable non-silence, and I can feel myself relax slightly.

"The clouds are shifting a bit it looks like-" Her phone goes off, then mine. A quick exchanged look of fear and worry happens between us and we quickly half drop half set down the shopping bags we're holding and get out our phones. Seeing the caller as home, I answer it as fast as I can. "Hello? What is it? Is something wrong?"

"Alek, you two need to come-"

"Where's Alek? Where is he?" Chloe's voice can be heard interrupting Jasmine's from somewhere behind her. Her voice sounds panicked, and scared. I feel my heart start to contract into a pinpoint of anxiety. "I want him. I need him. Get him here now!"

"I've heard what I need to hear. I'm on my way." I end the call, shove the device in my pocket, grab the bags and Kayla's wrist and start running. After three blocks, finally awoken from her surprise, she makes a mewl of protest. I give her a one word answer. "Chloe."

She stops the pathetic sound, and starts to pull ahead, using her One Who is Whole abilities. "Kayla, I can't- go that- fast-" I pant as I try to catch up with her. She slows down by a hair, and we continue on our way, her slightly in front of me, weaving our way through people, trying to stick to side streets and alleys, sometimes even rooftops to try and get there faster without causing too much of a scene.

Racing on, we only hope nothing happens while we're not there.

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*Jasmine*

Kayla lies pitifully on her bed, body folded in on itself in a fetal position, her hands clamped over her cat ears. She trembles at every moan Chloe puts out, even onesthat I can barely hear, groaning as If she was the one giving birth instead of Chloe.

"Kayla? Kayla I have to back. Are you going to be okay?" She barely nods, before tucking herself closer in. I turn to leave, to go back to the hospital room, to go and hold Chloe's hand and give Alek's shoulder squeezes now and then, but Kayla's hand suddenly catches hold of my shirt.

"They're coming." She sounds terrified, her eyes wide and wild.

"Who?"

"They are."

Puzzled, I force her hand to release the cotton clothing. "We know they are. You know they are. We sat in the same row in Health 101."

"No, they're coming," she insists, calming down, her eyes half lidded. Her breathing slows, before she falls into a light sleep.

I take a step back, then another. This is strange. I stand there, staring at the girl for a bit, waiting for something to happen, but nothing does. Making up my mind, I cautiously exit the room, then run lightly down the hall towards the hospital room.

When I get there, there is a flurry of activity. Managing to just squeeze past a rushing nurse into the room, I see Chloe in the middle of her first delivery. A baby is trying to push its way out, crying, and Marci is helping to guide the little tyke. However, when I try to look up at Chloe's face, my view is blocked by the body of another doctor, performing CPR. Chloe's heart monitor has gone dead. A hand flies to my mouth in a silent gasp, and my eyes flick to Alek, who has not moved from his spot in the last 4 hours. He looks petrified, frozen with his eyes trained on Chloe.

Seconds pass. Chloe stays still. Though we all know she has more lives, none of us can let this one go. "Chloe," I whisper, trying to get my emotions out to her, wherever she is. "Please come back." I don't place any hope in my words; I immediately doubt that they'll reach her. Instead, I make my way over to Alek and put an arm around him. He doesn't move or flinch, and his eyes don't even waver or blink. The father is motionless, a statue.

A second wailing brings my attention to Chloe's bottom half, where another baby is trying to force it's way out. The first is being gingerly cared for by one of the nurses.

"The first's a boy."

"Alekzander, then. That's the name Chloe wanted if she had a boy," Alek breaks from his trance to smile at the newborn. Warmth floods into his eyes, wetting the distant look they had had before. As if in response to his voice, a beep sounds from the before-silent machine next to Chloe's head, and a sharp gasp echoes through the room. That cue in turn corresponds with the release of the second baby. Chloe, who had sat almost straight up in shock, plops down in exhaustion.

"Where are my children?" She pants out. I look at Marci who gives me a small shake of her head. For a second, I misunderstand and my throat clenches in grief and sorrow. Then, she clarifies.

"They're as strong as can be expected, them being Mai twins. That being said, they're not in very good health. I regret to inform you that you can't hold them or see them right now. You had a boy and a girl ."

"Alekzander and Sofia," she whispers, a light smile on her face. For a few minutes all is peaceful, Chloe falling into a light sleep, and Alek petting her head gently. I sit and watch them. Then, suddenly, the loud sound of breaking glass and wood barges in through the doorway and shatters the quiet. Screams echo along the halls along with Kayla's voice yelling out, "I told you they were coming!" A baby's shrill cry is accompanied by another scream and then, as suddenly as it had started, the disturbance is gone.

Quickly, throwing myself around the doorframe and down the hall, I stop short in front of a broken window. Among the shards of shattered glass lie a doctor, a nurse, and an empty blanket. "They took the girl," the nurse moans out, before collapsing her head onto the sharp pillow of glass below her; a thin dagger rests between her shoulder blades. "The Order has her."

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A/N: Dun-Dun-Dun!

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