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She hadn't rested well, to say the least. Lexa rolled over and glanced glumly at the alarm clock beside her bed. 10 hours. She had been asleep for ten hours. No way in hell.... If you would have asked her before her all too painful glance at the alarm clock radio she would have guessed that it had been only 10 minutes. Staring at the blinking red dashes, she suddenly realized to exactly whom the alarm had belonged to before it had fallen into her possession. That realization was becoming just as painful as the one about her understated lack of rest.

With a quiet groan, all the memories of her journey that she took, without choice, during the night came flooding back to her. What the hell? For some unknown reason, she had no questions. She understood everything except the predicament it left her in. Her entire world had changed due to a fifteen minute conversation with a girl she didn't know. But the world as it stood right now, made more sense than any world that she had convinced herself was her own. She had awakened a much more informed person. Lexa knew that everything that happened in her deep slumber still applied to the land of the living... well... the land of the conscious at least. Emma Delauro was very much alive. And even more shocking than that was that Adam had known all along. And if Lexa had any questions about her realization, it directly related to Adam's silence.

Breakfast had come and gone just as fast as Lexas "sleep" the night before. She hadn't said a word the entire time. Her three teammates had chatted on about anything and everything, and Lexa didn't hear a word they'd said. They'd noticed her unrelenting silence, but all three had silently agreed to not interfere with her focused personal concentration bubble. The chalked it up to being just another of Lexa's moody spells.

The thunder silently rolled off in the distance. What a weird weather pattern. Emma leaned back in her desk chair and stared out the window of her second floor apartment. She wouldn't have known it was storming outside if it hadn't been for the random flashes that took place in the corner of her covered windows. She couldn't hear the thunder. And at first she even managed to chalk the flashes up to just being part of her very over active and over stimulated imagination. She realized that there had been thunder but she had just assumed it was the bass thudding through the floor below. It was another crowded Friday night for the bar. At least they were going to stay afloat.

Emma loved storms. She believed them to be the most powerful force on earth. Nothing could humble a human being like any kind of serious weather phenomenon. A simple storm could make someone feel like an ant lost in the middle of a cement jungle. She silently wished for the thunderstorms of her youth to return. Even during the most intense rain shower, she always managed to feel like she was part of something greater. Now she just felt like she was alone. She could feel in her heart how unnoticed she had gone recently. It was never easy to play the invisible man. She had prided herself on being the one person who was aware of the storm. Wherever it was, she was conscious of it's existence. But not this one. She didn't like the idea that such a storm had gone unnoticed for such a long time. Her awareness was slipping. It was pouring less than a foot to her left, and she had barely even noticed.

Too much data passed through her brain. Every once in a while she would jerk awake and feel her body inhaling quickly and struggling for breath soon after. The first few times she thought nothing of it. It had felt like a heart attack, but it was okay if she died. She had accepted that future. So the idea of having a heart attack almost seemed like a good thing, it could actually be calming. Her heart stopping seemed like a simple death. Many people died this way. Normal people. Granted that none of them where only twenty four years old, but it was an end that she had accepted, mostly because it wasn't directly related to her brain. Emma saw that as good news. It was her brain that had both run and ruled her life, at least it wouldn't be what ended it.

It only took three days of supposed "heart attacks" before Emma figured out exactly what was the cause of her recent brushes with the underworld. And it wasn't her heart like she had hoped. She had come to associate these "heart attacks" with a shortness of breath. And soon she realized that it wasn't a heart attack at all. The poetry began to sing, and the definition of irony took on a whole new meaning. It wasn't her heart after all, it wasn't even a part of her physical being, it was inside her brain. The simplest of motor functions.

She was forgetting to breathe.

Lexa felt his eyes on her. She had to restrain herself from laughing out loud. She kept her eyes fixed on Shalimar, Brennan and Jesse practiced their martial arts on the first floor of the dojo in front of her. To her right, she could sense Adam's eyes on her. She shifted uncomfortably, but his gazed never severed. Ohhhh... this was too much, even for her.

She decided to test his resolve.

She laughed out loud, and his look changed, she could sense that. She never turned and met his eyes. But she knew... that he knew... that she was reacting to him. "Well... Obi Kenobi... are even going to go to her?"

"Who?" he asked, baiting her, confused both of her direction of question and her recent actions.

"Ewwwww..." she said, returning his bait as it were. "I am not one for you to be fuckin' with right now Adam."

"I don't know what you want me to say, Lexa."

"I want to use your limitless knowledge and wisdom to tell me exactly why you sit here in the lap of luxury, as it were, while she sits alone somewhere watching her moments blink away," she finished with a hand gesture to illustrate her point.

A moment of silent realization passed.

"It was her choice." With that one statement Adam gave credit to the dream that she had so believed was true.

The dojo was nearly silent for the next few minutes as both of them stopped to gather their thoughts. The only sounds were their teammates battling it out, oblivious to the real battle that was forged just a few feet away.

It was Adam who finally broke the silence.

"Don't you think I want to be there? Don't you think that I realize how much it would mean for them to know the truth and to be at her side during these last moments?" he said while gesturing to the three play fighting on the floor in front of them. "I....
he paused, and Lexa realized that he was choking back tears, "tried, but there is no way to force her hand in anything. Not anymore."

"Okay then..." she stated turning to acknowledge the tears flow silently down his face. "if that were true? Then why do I know now?" she asked.

Adam didn't reply. He didn't move.

"Actions speak louder than words, Adam. She came to me, and told me everything. And so now... I tell them."

Adam didn't protest as Lexa stood up, walked down the steps and approached the group, she mumbles something that he couldn't make out, and soon their battles halted and he could see them listening intently. He watched silently. For the first time ever, he had nothing to say.

Emma could stop her if she wanted too. So she must want this. He nodded more to himself than anyone. A few seconds later, he turned his back on the dojo and walked quickly out of the room.