I AM BACK! Y'all miss me? After an awful couple-of-month absence, I am pleased to anounce my return to the world of ! The next few chapters are relatively short, however, do not fear. Thanks to all of you for your understanding and patience and thanks to everyone who has reviewed and to those who have followed the story from the beginning. You are all just amazing! And a special shout-out to my Auntie MaryJane without whom I never could've written the last couple of chapters. Thank you!

-quietcutie651

"Alright." Said Scott, standing at the head of the dark wooden table. "We know what were doing, who were doing it to, and when were doing it. The problem…" He turned his head to the giant map of the world that covered every inch of the wall next to us. "Is where."

He nodded to me. "And that's where you come in."

I fisted my hands into the leather of Logan's jacket, tensing as I thought about what I had to do.

I'd never intentionally had a vision. They'd always been placed on me by whatever higher power deemed them necessary to my already screwed up life. Besides, I hadn't any idea how to begin to force one.

"I don't know, Scott." I said, trying to keep my voice even. "I've never….I don't know how…"

"It's ok." Said Logan quietly. "It's fine. Just try."

I inhaled slowly, trying to calm myself down. My heart was pounding so hard my ribs were creaking. I got up from Logan's lap and approached the map slowly. The world was just so big…

On a whim, I put my hands on the map and closed my eyes, calling for Charlie.

Charlie, can you hear me?

…

I need your help.

…

Char-!

Without warning a pair of hands clamped down on my shoulders, pulled me back, and down. I shouted out for Logan and braced myself for impact with the floor, but was disoriented when I just kept falling. My body convulsed, still falling, as I searched for purchase. I twisted in the air trying to see the ground, see how far I still had to fall. But there was only darkness. My mind flailed under the impossible. I couldn't keep falling forever, but there was no end to the hole. I started to hyperventilate, gasping for breath, but it felt like no matter how much air I got into my lungs it wasn't enough.

"Logan!"

I tried to shout, tried to scream for him, but nothing worked. All I could manage was a half-choked whisper.

Panic built in my chest as it got cold and I still couldn't breathe properly. My eyes wouldn't work right, my limbs were heavy, and I felt my pulse pounding in my ears. Unexpectedly there were hands on me again and I fought them as hard as I could.

Calm down.

Charlie? What…what's happening?

I'm finding Rain. Stay still.

I willed my heart to stop beating as fast and closed my eyes. When I opened them, it looked like I was at the far end of a long tunnel with my eyes two spots of light. I watched the outside world with interest.

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I'd jumped out of my seat the moment she shouted. She twitched violently, starting to crumple to the floor. I caught her, falling to my knees, when suddenly she stopped. She blinked rapidly a couple of times at the ceiling and then turned her eyes on me. The growl escaped my throat before I could think about it. Her eyes had gone from warm chocolate brown to blue in a matter of seconds.

It was her brother Charlie.

"Get outta her!" I snarled in Mae's face. She blinked at me before her blank face warped into an ugly frown.

"Get off of her." She (he?) said. Her voice sounded distorted. He was probably unused to her vocal chords.

Her little hands came up and pushed at my chest. I stood, bringing her up with me. I had a hold of her upper arms and brought her face to face with me.

"Bring her back now!"

"I'm trying to help, you obnoxious prick!"

"Now!"

"Logan –please-!" Scott said. He was staring at the two of us with uncertainty. In the moment of silence that followed, Mae ripped herself out of my grasp and stomped over to the map.

"Bastard." I heard her mutter.

The knot in my gut tightened, despite my knowledge that Mae was buried deep in her own subconscious. This blue-eyed devil wasn't the same person, no matter how much she looked like her. She kept sweeping her hands over the map circling closer to Europe. She paused over England and then moved north towards Scotland. It looked like she was playing hot and cold with the geography. Warm, now cold, and back again in the other direction. As her hands settled over Northern Scotland she twitched, her eyebrows drawing together in concentration. Her lips compressed into a thin line as she obviously fought something deep in her own psyche.

"Stop it!" she barked to herself. "I've almost got it." A shiver ran through her whole body and Mae's eyes rolled in her head. She doubled over, holding her stomach. She looked green. After a moment, she seemed better and straightened slowly, her knees wobbly.

"He found it." she said softly, still trying not to be sick. "Douglas castle. My God, he actually did it."

I stepped forward and looked into her eyes. They were brown again. Sighing in relief, I drew her into my arms. She wrapped her fingers in my jacket. I looked her over then, smelling her distress. Her eyes kept slipping out of focus and her pupils danced crazily.

"Close your eyes, I got ya." I said.

She did and sunk further into my embrace. She muttered something into my chest, so soft I couldn't even hear it.

"Mmm?"

"I said," she said. "When do we leave?"