Alright, I know what you'll be thinking by the end of this chapter. Here we go again. Wait, is that a spoiler? I don't think so, you should know by now that you are due for a dramatic chapter, but if it is, SPOILER ALERT. Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter guys! Well, I mean, you probably won't, but either way.


"Maya, take them home and all of you get some rest. You've been here for two days. The doctor already said I could check out in 24 hours after they finish testing," Emily instructed her wife. The musician sighed. "Are you sure you'll be OK? I could come back and-" she started but the swimmer cut her off. "I said I'm fine love. I promise you," she poked her lip out at Maya and gave her puppy dog eyes. The shorter woman groaned, but she took her lover's hand and kissed it gently.

"Alright, I'll be back tomorrow," she agreed, pulling her wife into a hug. "I love you," she whispered, placing a soft kiss on the swimmer's lips. "Love you," Emily mumbled back. Their eyes met with a common sadness shimmering in each of them. While the digitoxin had not been enough to truly hurt Emily in any longterm way, a two week old baby was a different story.

However, both had put their grief aside for the moment for the twin's sake, and had avoided talking about it at all costs. Maya picked up the sleeping children and gave the taller woman one last kiss before leaving the room, leaving her wife alone in her bed. Or at least, she thought she was alone.


When Emily woke up, the end of a gun was staring her in the face. She went to scream, but the clicking of the safety being turned off was enough to shock her into silence. "Say a word, and you're dead," the whisper was a mere six words, but it petrified the swimmer. "Hello Emily," a now clear, familiar voice treated her ears, but it wasn't the one she thought she was going to hear. "L... Lindon?" she asked. Her words trembled as she stared at Lindon James, the man who had almost killed Maya as a teenager, despite her best efforts to keep her voice confident.

"Not who you expected, am I?" he chuckled. "Well don't worry, I know who you thought you were going to see. She's here too," he laughed, pointing to the figure that stepped up away from the shadows of the wall. If Paige hadn't moved, she wouldn't have even known another person was there. "What do you want? Why are you doing this?" Emily asked desperately, the question directed more at Paige than at Lindon.

"Why? Why? For revenge. When you broke up with me, you took away everything. I was broken for so long, and I was so angry at you, but I could never get a chance to pay you back. At least, not in a good enough way. Now I finally know what to do. We're gonna play a little game Emmy," she laughed, and with that she punched Emily in the face. Hard.

Clutching at her nose, she gasped for breath. "Who is Maya?" she asked. "What the hell are you talking about? She's my-" the swimmer was interrupted by a hard hit to her head with what felt like a block of cement. "Who is Maya?" Lindon asked. "She's my-" again another blow, this time to her jaw line.

A sickening crunch hit Emily's ears like claws. "Who is Maya?" Paige asked, chuckling slightly. "She... She's my-" she struggled to speak, and she knew that she would continue to be struck if she kept answering, but the fear the consequences involved if she didn't answer scared her more.

"This is taking forever," Lindon grumbled. "Patience my dear friend," Paige soothed him in a sickeningly sweet voice. This time the blow was to Emily's head again with some blunt object, though she couldn't tell what it was. Her vision began to blur, and her thoughts started to jumble up in her head. "Who is Maya?" Paige demanded. The name confused her. "Who?" she asked, knowing she had heard the name before but not able to think of who it was.

Again a blow to her head. "Who is Maya?" Lindon asked. "I don't know!" she cried, tears streaming down her face and blood pouring from her nose. "Alright James, one more and we should be done here," Paige's voice echoed in Emily's ear, and as she felt yet another blow to her head her world blacked out and she fell into darkness.


Maya paced back and forth in the waiting room, mumbling unintelligently in Spanish to herself just loud enough for the rest of the people in the room to hear the sound of talking, but not loud enough to know what she was saying. Finally Hanna couldn't take seeing her friend like this anymore. "Maya, get a grip. Emily will be fine. She's a fighter. It's a few hits to the head and a few punches. She's survived worse before. I promise you, she will be OK, but you need to calm down," she reasoned with the distraught musician.

Maya nodded and the blonde led the shaking girl to a chair, sitting her down and giving her hand a squeeze for support. As the doctor walked out Maya and Emily's parents stood. "How is she?" Pam asked. "She's good, and she's taking visitors now. She didn't request to see anyone, so you can decide who goes back, but only three at a time," he instructed. "Kids, I'm gonna go see Mommy for a little bit with Grandma and Grandpa, can you wait out here for a little bit?" Maya asked the twins. They nodded and the three adults walked back into the room where the swimmer was sitting up in bed.

"Oh thank god," Pam sighed, walking over and hugging her daughter. "Hey mom," she grinned. "Hey dad," she greeted, pulling the older man into a hug, Maya embraced her wife tightly afterwards. "God you had me worried sick," she whispered. "Are you OK? Does anything hurt?" she asked. "Uh... No, I'm fine," she answered. "Alright honey, do you want to see the twins? I know they're worried about you," Pam asked. "Wait..." she started but her dad interrupted.

"Don't worry sweetie, we can catch up later, I'm sure they are tired of waiting already," he chuckled a bit. "But I-" again she was cut off, this time by her mom. "Really honey, we're fine. We can talk later," she promised. "Can I ask something?" Emily finally snapped quickly, staring at the three people in front of her. "Of course love," Maya answered. The swimmer gave her a confused look, and the next words out of her mouth shattered the musician's heart into pieces. "Why did you call me 'love'? Who are you?"