A few hours later, Bree found herself staring out in to the night sky from Logan's window over looking the city. Not really lost in thought, more like concentrating and worrying about the upcoming events.
She wanted to stay in Seattle. She felt welcome here with Max and Original Cindy. Even Sketchy was a welcome change. Hell, the whole Jam Pony deal could work out for her. She would be making money, instead of stealing it. And she could grab her own place, eat, sleep. She could actually live. And be close to someone she felt like she'd known for years already.
She glanced behind her, at the figures strewn around the room. With her ears, she could hear Logan sleeping peacefully in his room down the hall. Zack was sacked on the couch, and Original Cindy and Max were sleeping in the guestroom.
She hadn't been able to fall asleep, and everyone else had just suddenly zoned and sacked a couple hours ago. Yet she still sat here. Wide awake and dreaming.
A soft sigh escaped her lips and she turned her gaze back out the window. She wasn't surprised at all when someone came quietly from behind.
"What are you doing up?" Max's voice asked softly, grabbing a seat sideways beside her.
"Couldn't sleep." Bree acknowledged her presence with a glance.
"Don't worry about it."
"About what?"
"I know you're worried, but we have good chances here. Damn good chances. Not to say that I'm not worried but you should at least get some sleep."
Bree took it in to consideration. "I don't sleep much actually," she whispered softly.
"Neither do I," Max replied. A thoughtful silence followed for a few seconds.
"I'm sorry." Bree whispered, turning to the girl beside her.
"About what?"
"Everything. Just barging in to your life, disrupting it. Everything. About Zack and Logan and.... Even work. I'm just sorry. It would have been better if I'd left before you'd known."
"Don't say that!" Max said, a little harsher than needed. "If you wouldn't have been around, Sketchy could be dead right now. And you probably would already be back in Manticore. You can only hide for so long. And, Zack was already grumpy, don't take it too personally. As for Logan... Well, I don't know about Logan, but he'll get over it. He lives for this sort of stuff. It's a guy thing. And Normal. Well Normal is anything but normal, okay li'l sis? I'm glad you're back. I wouldn't be sending for t he cavalry if I wanted you to leave."
The speech went right to Bree's heart, causing her chest to ache for a moment. Suddenly, she leaned over and gave her sister a hug. Max squeezed her back, and smiled in the darkness. Her eyes glittering almost green, like a cat's.
"Everything will be good." Max spoke.
"All good, all the time?" Bree asked, grinning.
"As soon as we get this war over with, we'll all be free to do what ever we want."
//As long as no one gets killed in the process.// Bree thought to herself. She glanced back out in to the inky night, alongside Max who did the same.
They both fell asleep on the couch they were on, curled up like cats.
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