The kill

Max closes in. Tess tight behind him. Suddenly, without warning Max opened his eyes wide. "Boo!" He said with a frightening laughter. Both Max and Tess laughed. Philip and Diane shuddered. "Max!" Tess rolled with laughter. "I couldn't resist..." Max shrugged. His parents looked absolutely terrified. Max's eyes narrowed in on them once again. He took Tess hand, and bought her up close with him. "I think you understand what we'll do, if you ever, and I mean ever do anything to harm Tess... Isabel or Michael." Max took Tess' hand, clasped around his and showed them their symbolic bond. "Each one of them are my responsibility. I won't think twice in snapping your neck to save them." Max's face was hard. Tess smiled slightly. He was rubbing her hand with his thumb, and didn't even know it. "Okay, lets go." max said, leading Tess, away, still holding her hand. "Wait!" Diane called. Max stopped by the door. "Where will you go?" She asked. Max turned slowly, looking softly at his mother. "We don't have anywhere to go. We're stranded here. But we can't stay here..." Max shrugged. Motioning Tess to follow, they left the parents in their wake.

Jesse arrives at the Evans

He burst in the door. The aliens had left about 20 minutes before hand. "Where is she!" She cried. Philip just shook his head. Diane was still in shock. "G-gone!" Philip managed to muster the words. "Gone, where?" He yelled. "I- they wouldn't say." Diane cried. "No. No." Jesse moaned, sliding against the wall. "I saw her on the TV..." his voice was weak. "Is she cheating on me?" He asked, weaker still. "Um, sweetie..." Diane reached out and touched his shoulder. "What happened to our lives? What happened to my wife? She's always running away, and going to Michael or Max's in the middle of the night... what's wrong?" He cried, his tears stinging his eyes. "She told us..." Diane began, Philip gave her a look. "She told us to tell you, goodbye, and that she loved you." Diane respected her husbands wishes and lied to the distraught husband of her daughter. "Is she gone, for good?" He asked, his heart hollowed out. "Yes. She's not coming back." Philip assured. Jesse just shook his head, not willing to accept this. "No. I have friends. People who can find anyone. I'll get her back." He said, determined, running out of the house. Philip and Diane shared a worried look as the door swung in Jesse's absence.

They hide

Isabel flipped through the destiny book. She came to the page with their pictures. Looking around to see if anyone was watching. Michael and Tess were asleep. Max was driving, silently. She noticed that Tess had her head leaned on Max's shoulder, with the baby in her arms. Isabel grasped the book, thinking hard about what to do. She nodded to herself, touching Michael's picture.

Flash: She was in his head, his dreams, his mind...

It was stark, and bare. She could hear her feet hit the ground, making echoing sounds. "Michael!" She called, she voice echoed louder than her feet. "I'm here." Michael answered, quietly. "Michael." Isabel turned to his voice. "Sh." He whispered, putting his finger over his mouth. "What?" She asked. "You're really here?" He asked, not sure. "Yes. Everyone's asleep in the jeep. I got bored." Isabel explained, smiling. "Where am I?" Isabel asked. "You're home." Michael explained. "What...?" Isabel gasped. Michael parted showing sunbeams that began to light the dark room. Isabel looked at the room, not lit with light. "I know this place..." Isabel gasped. "You do." Michael stated. "Yes. This is where you..." Isabel breathed, taking in all the memories. "I proposed." Michael smiled. Isabel laughed joyously. "Yes! Oh, God, you never wanted that... betrothed to the princess, tied down..." Isabel laughed, hitting his chest playfully. Michael shook his head no. Taking her hand from his chest. "Your right, I didn't want that..." He began. Isabel was shocked, her face seemed slightly saddened. "I wanted so much more... i wanted everything, the world, and your love..." Michael smiled. "Michael..." Isabel breathed. Her chest rose and fell, fast. her pulse raced. "This isn't real." She reminded. "It could be." Michael exclaimed. "No. Jesse-" Isabel said, taking her hand from his. "Jesse?" Michael questioned. "I'm married." She said. "Oh. Kivar... Jesse, Alex..." Michael snorted. "Why are you so afraid to love me?" Michael cried softly. "I'm not afraid..." Isabel protested. "Yes yoi are! First with Kivar, than with Alex, now Jesse?" Michael touched her cheek. "I love you, I always have..." He sighed. "Michael..." Isabel moaned. "Does he know, does your husband know?" Michael asked,knowing her response.

"No." She said, sharply. "He has no clue that when you leave in the nights where you can't sleep, and creep off in the night... that you come to my bed, that we make love..." Michael said, in a low, soft tone. Isabel's eyes lowered. The sound of a choir began in the background. Michael lifted her chin and kissed her lightly on the lips. She returned the kiss, harder. They embraced each other. The floor bounced, Isabel and Michael looked at each other, startled.

Flash: They snap awake.

"Guys!" Max woke them. "Hmm? Yeah?" Tess asked, sliding up from her sleeping position. "Wake up. We're here." Max explained. "Where?" Isabel asked. "A Motel." He explained. "Great." Michael sighed, rolling his eyes.

In the Motel

"Michael... Iz. You mind sharing a room, I don't have a lot of cash?" Max asked, weary of their response. Isabel and Michael gave a look. "Um, yeah... okay." Michael shrugged as Isabel giggled. "Great. I guess that means its you an me in here..." Max said, pointing to an wooden door. "And the baby." Tess reminded. Max nodded, smiling. All four entered their respective rooms.

In Max and Tess' room.

They worked together to create a crib out of the desk. Tess stuffed a few blankets in it and a pillow. "He needs something to eat..." Tess reminded. Max nodded. He rummaged through his bag. "How's this?" He smiled. A bottle of strawberry milk was in his hand. "That's great!" Tess announced. She grabbed it, and ran her hand over the bottle. The bottle changed shape as the milk turn a soft white color. She gently put it into the baby's mouth. He sucked on it happily. The bottle seemed to float about the child. Tess glanced one last time at her son, then turned her eyes toward Max.

"What?' He asked, looking at her strange expression. "Nothing..." Tess shrugged. "Oh..." Max smirked. Tess smiled with a naughty face as she pushed him onto the bed, and turned out the lights with her powers.

In the middle of the night, Max sat up. "What?" Tess asked, sitting up, pulling the sheets over her bare chest. "That baby. He hasn't cried, is he okay?' Max asked. Tess sighed. "Oh, that. No. He doesn't cry unless he's in pain, or something is really wrong..." Tess assured. Max nodded. "You need some comfort?" Tess asked, smiling, running her hand over his back. He closed his eyes. Images of what they had done, only a few hours ago, rose into his mind. "Mmm." He moaned. "Yes?' Tess teased. Kissing his neck, tentatively. "Yes." he moaned. He glances over at the baby. He was in the bathroom/closet room with the door, open so they could hear him. Satisfied he was okay, max turned to face Tess. He smiled, touching her breast. The sheet had fallen off her chest, revealing her soft, milky skin. He ran his hands across her, taking every inch of her in. He wanted to know, and remember every moment of this.

Early the next morning

Isabel poked her head out the door. She jumped up and down with the cold wind. She finally decided to go for it, and hopped out the door, shutting it behind her. The wind blew up her shirt, or rather Michael's shirt. That was all she had on... and his socks. She walked around the corner, only to bump into Max.

"Max!" Isabel gasped, covering her legs. "Iz. What are you doing out here?" He gave a quick glance at her clothes, then smirked, knowing what happened. She blushed slightly, but quickly recovered. "Um, I was, um, getting some coke from the machine... you?" Isabel asked. Max lifted his hand. "Milk for the baby." He smiled, showing her the bottle in his hand. Isabel nodded. "Oh... you two were loud last night... everything okay?" Isabel asked. She smiled at Max. "Oh, oh yeah... everything great, just fine? I heard some noise in your room too, did you have a fight?" Max asked, changing the subject. "Oh, nope. We're fine." Isabel smiled, as did Max. They nodded at each other and went into their rooms.

Later

Tess walked outside with the baby, and a bag of things. She had stuffed whatever she could grab for the baby, including towels to make into diapers and clothes. Max followed her. He knocked on Isabel and Michael's door. "Hey. We have to go." Max stated. Isabel nodded, grabbing Michael who was stuffing his face. She hit him, annoyed that he looked like crap. "What? I'm hungry!" He shrugged. Isabel rolled her eyes, dragging him out to the jeep with her. "I thought we had until noon?" Michael stated, cramming the last of his food into his mouth. "We did. We do. But the radio said that the suspects from the roadblock have been tracked... we're the suspects..." Max reminded. Michael raised his eyebrows. "Hey Maxwell?" He called, hopping in the backseat. "Yeah?" Max answered. "Where are we going?" He asked. Everyone turned to Max.

This had been what they were waiting to hear. Max's eyes narrowed. "New York City..." He stated, starting the engine. "As much as I hate to say it. Lonnie, Rath and Ava have resources... that we need." Max admitted. "Yeah, but they hate you... remember? The last time you went there, they tried to kill Tess." Isabel reminded. Max nodded, knowing where this was headed. "Yeah. But I'm still their king..." Max said. "No. Your not." Tess began, sheepishly. They all looked at her, surprised. "Huh?" Max asked. "Zan was their king. They don't... won't follow you." Tess warned. "We have to try." Max said, kicking the jeep into another gear.

At an FBI field office

"This is ex-agent Ramirez" A high ranking FBI agent announced. Jesse nodded, entering the room. Everyone was silent, dressed in full black suits. "What do you have, Jesse?" The command agent asked. Jesse nodded at him, handing him a file. "My wife, Isabel. She was..." He searched for the words. "Taken." He lied. "Forced to do these thing, I believe. Now she's gone... I need to find her." Jesse explained. "You're pulling old favors?" The agent asked. "Yes, sir. I am." Jesse admitted. "Okay... you're in luck. We've been watching, your wife. For quite some time actually. We've got our best men on it... they've tracked them to a motel... we think they are heading for NYC." The agent said. "That's it. I don't owe you a damn thing now." He said, bluntly, slamming the folder down. Jesse nodded. "Thanks Robert." Jesse patted him on the back. "For old times sake... what made you get messed up with this girl. She's bad news, danger written all over her?" Robert asked. Jesse shrugged. "Didn't know her all that well." Jesse admitted. "You married someone with more secrets than an ex-FBI agent, geesh, didn't I teach you anything?" Robert asked, giving a cocky smile. Jesse just shrugged taking Isabel's folder back, and leaving.