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'Sarah, hon… it is time to go to bed!' Matt cried out.
'But I don't want to!' She whined.
'Sarah…' Matt ordered his daughter.
Sarah duk away in the closet and said stubborn: 'No.'
'Sarah Jessica Vanessa Tracker, you come out of that closet and you go to bed right now, young lady!' She heard the voice of her mother. Sarah ran out of the closet and into the bed. She duk in and covered herself in the blankets. Her mother came in with Scott in her arms.
'That is much better.' She smiled at the bed.
'Rachel, I tell you, you have such a stubborn daughter…'
'We, Matt, we…' she corrected him and kissed him softly.
'If you do Sarah, I'll do Scott…' Matt began.
Rachel smiled against his lips and said: 'NO, no, no, Matt Tracker, it is also your daughter, you must learn to get her to listen to you, or she will always get away with it.'
After the seventh bed time story Sarah was still up and awake and Matt gave up. He fell to the bed and closed his eyes. Then he had an idea. Classical music always seemed to relax. He got up again, took the tape recorder and put on *'Nocturne'*. It didn't toke long until Sarah's eyelids dropped and fell a sleep. Matt smiled and tucked in his daughter and put of the light. When he closed the door he gave a sigh of relieve and leaned against the door. Rachel stepped out the same time, looked at him and chuckled.
'What?' Matt asked irritated.
'You…' Rachel smiled sweetly.
'What about me?' He asked raising an eyebrow.
'How did you come up with the classical music?'
He grinned and walked to his wife.
'That…' and he kissed her. 'my dear…' kiss 'is…' another kiss 'my…' kiss 'little…' kiss 'secret…'
Rachel laughed against his lips, ruffled his hair and together they walked to the main bedroom.
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Matt smiled silently when the play was over. He loved that piece of classical music so much. It was his favourite, and that of Sarah. In a while she couldn't sleep without it anymore. Matt smiled again.
'My little Sarah…' He thought out loud.
'Dad… Phone…' He heard Scott.
'Thanks Scott… Matt Tracker…' He said.
-- 'I've got information for you.'
'Who is this?'
-- 'That is not important.' The voice said at the other line 'Do you want the information or not… It is about someone you lost…'
Matt got pale and then said: 'How do you know?'
-- 'I've got my sources… now I must be quick… IN the Turkish dessert there is an old prison and coal mine. That is were fifteen hundred children are including your daughter… Look it up in the encyclopaedia, south of the capital city, somewhere in that dessert.
'South of the capital, dessert, old prison, coalmine… I can't thank you enough…'
-- 'One more thing… mister Tracker… Take good care of your son; you don't want to leave Turkey without any children, now do you?'
'NO, no, of course not, I thank you again for your information.' Matt said again.
The stranger hang up, Matt lied down the phone and stared at it for a while. Then he jumped up ran to his son's room and said out of breath: 'Scott get your stuff together, we are going to Turkey, I've just got a phone call and said that Sarah and the others are still alive.'

'NO!' She yelled and caught the whip in his hand.
'You will not hit these children when I'm around then hit me instead!' Her eyes flamed with anger. Kester lay between Sarah's feet her hand raised in the air, hoping that it would take away the pain that would come. Kester looked over her arm and saw Sarah looking angry at the man with the whip. Kester picked up the coals and hurried away to put them into the coal truck. Kester heard the slashing of a whip and the opening of flesh. It was all too known for her. Kester put her hands on her ears and closed her eyes tightly. Suddenly the sound stopped and Kester looked up. She saw that Damien stood between the man and Sarah.
'First it is that bitch that's stopping me and now it is you!' The man grunted.
Damien narrowed his eyes and the man walked away to get his supervisors. When he was gone Damien kneeled down and looked at Sarah.
'Little idiot… what are you doing to yourself?' He said in a whisper.
'Protecting the ones who are smaller then I am…' Sarah said painfully.
Damien lifted her up in his strong arms and walked with her to the sleep chamber.
'No…Don't want to go away… don't want… to… to leave them…' Sarah whispered.
'Girl you're so stubborn. You won't leave no-one if you go and rest… It won't be that bad to show some feelings, that they know you're still human… especially for the youngest, they look up to you as a mother.' Damien said softly as he lied her down on the floor.
Sarah nodded and her face twisted when her back came in contact with the ground.
'…careful… back sour…' She said painfully.
Damien rolled her to the side and looked at her back. In the dark the saw the blood slipping out the slashes. He stood up walked at the other side and faced Sarah.
'…It hurts like hell Damien…' She whispered painfully.
He heard her voice break up and he knew she cried. Softly he took her in his arms and pressed her against himself.
'…auw…' She whispered.
He let go her and looked at her. He kissed her passionate.
'I have to back to work… You rest now okay?' He whispered.
He felt her nod. He lied her down and stood up and Damien left the sleeping chambers.
When they all got back five hours later Sarah was fast a sleep. Damien kneeled down beside her and kissed her softly on then forehead. She opened her eyes and heard her stomach growling.
'I didn't work so I'll probably get nothing to eat.' She said as she came up and looked at the others.
'You'll get some of mine then…' Kester began.
'…and mine…' She heard through the chamber.
Sarah smiled faintly and said: 'Thanks you guys, but…'
'No buts Sarah, you need to eat, you already do that to little lately.' Damien interrupted her.
'I'm stubborn, you know that, Damien.' She said at him.
'All to well my dear all to well.' And kissed her.
She smiled at him and then went with the others to the eating room. The food was poor, some rice in water. They all loved it, but were only scooped for one time, so they had to eat slowly and with care.
'Dad…?' She thought
'…When will we meet again…?' And then she began to eat.
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A/N * = If you love classical music I recommend this to you, it is a bit mysterious and it's from the movie secret garden. The music absolutely beautiful.