Chapter 13

Legal Disclaimer-This is fanfic. I make no money, they still have all the rights and I just live in the world where they are still running around. Got it? Thank you.

Authors Note-Okay, so, I was feeling good and decided to give you two chapters. Nice huh? Can you be nice and review? Oh, and my lexa lovers, this one is for you. If I didn't get her right, please tell me.

Lexa Pierce was still in the cell, her eyes shut, exhaustion finally taking over. While her body rested and worked to repair itself, she couldn't shut off the images that flooded through her subconscious. Her mind races with the memories of Jesse taking a bullet meant for the man in the chair, the bullet that took the man in the chair out, his dead lifeless eyes looking back at her, and her scream that ended when the blackness hit her. Nightmares were something she dealt with, they were part of her life since the day she discovered that she was a mutant, and they were keys to her past.

Those tended to be the keys to a set of locked doors that she had vowed would never be opened. One key did open a door though, and she was instantly transported to the time she remembered being a little girl and her mother screaming on the phone to who she thought was her father that she should have killed Lexa the second she knew she was pregnant. She hadn't wanted children, didn't care about Lexa, and wanted him to come take the child away from her before she did wind up killing both her and Leo.

The counselors at Children Services knew this when Leo told them about it. Lexa never mentioned it. It had destroyed her and she vowed then and there to never have children because she didn't want them to go through what she did as a child. She could give them love, but she didn't ever want to think about killing a child who she had given birth to.

The admission of guilt to Jesse, Emma, Brennan and Shalimar had been freeing, but at the same time she knew that she did what she had to do. If she could have gone back in time, she would have done the same thing. No child needed to be brought up in a world where their mutancy would always be a factor in their very lives. Just because Jesse was secure with who he was didn't mean that he could have done the job. She still thought her choice was right, but now, with the revelation that the child she thought aborted was alive, she wondered what that child would think of her. Jesse was right, it should have been their choice.

The image of this child came to her in this dream. It was a small blond boy with the lightest color of eyes. His smile reminded her of Leo's and the twinkle in his eyes reminded her of Jesse. He looked at her with an intensity that she only saw when she looked in the mirror. The child looked at her as his shirt seeped with blood from a wound and he fell to the ground.

"Why?" he asked in a voice so alone, "Why?"

She sat up screaming. She was still in the cell, still in the dark, and thanks to the subdermal governor on the back of her neck, unable to do anything about it.

Emma Kilmartin lay on the couch in the newest version of Sancutary plotting what she could do to help them both. Her walls were up as high as she could have them, the tension of the "how and who" planning running rampant through the room. Her eyes were closed, so it would appear to most that she was napping. They knew differently, and she was glad they kept their distance.

She was casting out for Jesse. The pain of their separation ate at her, but it fueled her desire to be in some form of contact with him. The problem was that she was out of practice. She kept the channels open and while Adam tried not to talk around her, she knew that he would do anything he could to help her.

She felt the pain in her shoulder start to fade out. That meant that he was at least being treated for it, but the original pain had caused her to bite her lip to not cry out. She tried to find the field that she knew he thought of when he was a kid and liked to run around in the backyard. She couldn't find that field, which to her meant he was too far out of it to be any good to her. Drugs usually interfered with his controls There was an image of child though, a child that looked at her through mournful eyes.

The child seemed to know something and took her hand. He led her down a hallway, through a large door much like Jesse would do when phasing then into a barely lit prison. A figure lay on the floor in the prison, curled into a ball. The child seemed to know that Emma couldn't see the figure and using his fingers lit the room up. Emma knelt down next to the figure and put on hand on its shoulder. The figure jumped like it had been attacked and attempted to face her. The figure's face turned to her and Emma stopped. The child looked at her, mouthed thanks and faded.

She was looking into the very frightened eyes of Lexa Pierce.

Jesse Kilmartin on the other hand, wasn't as comfortable as it seemed. He was on fire. The bullet had torn through his shoulder, doing minimal damage, but the lack of immediate care had given him an infection. High dose antibiotics were doing their best to cure the rate of infection, but he was stirring in his drug induced sleep.

His life as a government agent had kept him in the best physical shape of his life and that alone was keeping him alive. His body was trying to cure the infection as well. His mind was running after presidential detail after presidential detail, protecting the woman he had grown to trust with his secret and Emma's. The shooters had always come out to follow his nightmares of her getting shot on his watch, but that still hadn't happened in real life.

He turned and tried to open his eyes. The light hurt, and the sound was in slow motion but he could make out the words infection, temperature and time.

Strange, that guy looked like Adam who looked back at him. He was an older man, but Adam had aged in his time away from them. He looked at the room he was in, strangely looking like medlab from the Sanctuary and the bed he was on wasn't a bed. He knew it's name but the fever was making his concentration go haywire. He remembered the name of it as the lid to it came down.

He was in a stasis pod.