Logan jumped up out of his chair. He was already reaching out toward Hope when she held up a hand, signaling him to stop. She was taking gasping breaths. She pointed to her throat, then to the knife. Logan stared, right before his eyes her skin was knitting back together. Her breath was coming easier, and the blood seemed to be stopping.



"It takes less then 15 seconds for a wound to heal completely." Hope said. Her voice coming out in a croak.



Logan was still very unsure. "Do you need anything? Is there something that will help?" he asked.



"I could use a glass of water." Hope answered.



When Logan handed her the glass Hope wouldn't meet his eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked, "Does it hurt? Did it not heal right?"



"No, I'm fine. It's just that no one besides the doctors at Manticore have ever seen me do that. It just feels a little weird."



They were quiet for a few minutes. Each thinking their own thoughts. Logan finally spoke.



"When you said Max was alive, did you mean it? Is she really?" Hope decided not to answer his question for the moment. "Logan, I think I should tell you about one of my other gifts." she said.



Logan was aware that Hope had not answered his question, but he let it go. Hope continued, "Sometimes I see things. Call them visions, or flashes. Sometimes it will be the past, but mostly it's the future. A few days ago I had one. It was about Max and Zach, but it was also about you. I saw you Logan. I know what you were going to do."



Hope paused as Logan lowered his eyes. He'd only thought about it a couple of times. He just didn't understand how he was going to live without Max. "And," Hope continued, "I came here to stop you. You're a very important person, Logan. You help a lot of people. I won't let you throw that all away in a moment of pain. Max will come back." Just not to you, she added silently.



Hope had seen Max's future. She had seen the brown haired, blue eyed man that her sister would fall in love with. The man who wore the face of a brother. It would take Max a long time to get over that. To be able to see past the face and into the soul. It wasn't going to be easy for 494, or rather Alec, either. He was going to have to find his place in the world. And he was going to have to break out of the mold that Manticore had pored him into. But, they would survive, and they would have each other.



Hope went on to tell Logan that Max was going to be a very important person to her people someday. When Logan joked about her making Max sound like some kind of Messhia, Hope just laughed. Hope told him many things. She did not tell him about Alec, or Zach, or the virus, or about White. And she did not tell him about his death, which she had seen, a death that would come at a very early age, when White would finally catch up with him. Or about how he would die alone and afraid. Max would mourn for him, they all would. But they would move on. They would get over it. She also did not tell him that in the grand scheme of things his death would mean very little. There would be no large visitation. No women throwing themselves on his grave. There would just be a girl, a wooden cross, nothing fancy, and an unmarked grave. His grave was to be deep inside Terminal City, where White's men would attack, torture, and eventually kill him.



When Hope left Logan's apartment that night she felt better then she had in years. They had talked for hours. Hope was very carful about what she told Logan. She didn't tell him anything that would change to future, or at least she hoped not. She reminded him not to let anyone know that Max was alive. Hope guessed she should worry about Max a little, but Max was strong, she would be ok.



In the months and years that followed, Hope would often wonder if maybe she should have stayed. When Manticore burned down, and there were hundreds more of them to take care of, Max could have used her help. When the siege began in Terminal City, they could have used one more solider, but in the end it really wasn't her battle. She had played a small part in the future of her people, her name wouldn't even be remembered. But as Hope Left Logan's flat that day, she did something that she hadn't done in a long while. She smiled.



The End



Notes: Thanks to Eternity, for the help with Max's number.