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Without further ado, here they are the last two chapters!

~Michael Grant owns Gone!

Diana opened her eyes, the pain was gone, and she felt her bones going back to how they belonged.

She took a deep breath; there was a funny scent in the air. She wasn't in the hall with Caine and Drake anymore. She looked toward the door; yup she was back in the room. Little Pete was sitting on the bed, observing something on the bed.

Memory came to her like a bucket of crisp water dropped on her head. She instinctively reached down to touch her abdomen. She felt powerless; she could no longer protect her baby.

Suddenly like a cool summer breeze, she heard it. She'd heard it before too, but not this vividly. A soft cry, so pure and innocent she wanted to preserve it and keep it all to herself.

Her head snapped in the direction of the sweet cry.

It lay on the bed while she was on the floor¸ a little bundle covered in blood. She crawled through the

cold floor towards the bed. She stood up weakly, her knees wobbling slightly.

She let out a sound that was both a sob and a sigh, she got closer. She was afraid of touching the perfect creature laying on the bed.

Suddenly, as if afraid, the baby lay out yet another cry. Diana couldn't help herself; she picked up the soft baby and pressed it against her, wanting to soothe her child more than anything else.

She immediately noted how small the baby was, but it was the offspring of two very powerful people, so it would be strong like them.

She heard the loud knocking on the walls and realized that Drake might have finally faced Caine.

Caine stood up, he felt blood drip down his cheek where Drake had just hit him.

He concentrated like Diana had told him too in what seemed decades ago. Try focusing on a point or an idea maybe, try really hard to move that thing. Back then he had focused on Diana's heart, he had imagined moving her, making her fall in love with him.

Right now he focused on the heartbeat next door, the steady bah bump in the next room. He concentrated on helping his kid move through life much more smoothly than he and Diana had.

He threw Drake, and with every push every fall, he was giving his baby a chance at life.

"Tired yet Caine?" Drake asked whipping blood out of his lower lip.

"No, never" Caine answered. He held Drake down with the giant invisible hand, trying to suffocate him.

"You know why you're panting and I'm not?" Caine asked Drake, letting out all the strength he had.

"Why?" Drake asked through gritted teeth, spitting out.

"Because I have something worth fighting for" Caine said, he genuinely smiled. He was a father, he was a father.

He imagined the baby growing, having only the best. With every thought his grip on Drake became harder.