Disclaimer: I own Amelia, Hendrix (Drix), and Reagan, but that's it.
Los Angeles, California, August 19, 2003
Wesley sat, half asleep, next to his wife. Fred, however, was still diligently looking for anything that might give her a clue as to where to find her babies. They had to be alive and well. They had to be. She didn't know how she could go on if they weren't. Wesley suddenly stirred beside her and opened his eyes.
"Fred?"
"Yes?"
"Good, I didn't lose you."
With that, he wrapped his arms around her and then snuggled together. They would find their babies, together.
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Rogers, Arkansas, August 19, 2003
Amelia lay in bed having a dream, no the dream. The one where she was younger and there were two adults there, and a baby, a baby boy. The man spoke with a funny accent and the woman would hum to her. They called the baby Drix and Amelia loved him. She also loved the adults. They were special to her.
Then, suddenly they were gone, taken away from her and she was in a cold, damp cell. The baby boy in her arms cried and then the men came and took the baby away from her and she was left with the woman, who wrapped her arms around her. Then, the men came back for her. She screamed and tried to get back to the woman, but she couldn't.
Amelia woke in her bed with a start and looked down at little Reagan, who must have gotten in bed with her older sister sometime in the night. Reagan snuggled up to her big sister.
"Did you have the dream again? I did."
Amelia nodded and then laid back down. She hated that dream, it confused her. Who was the woman and the man and what had happened to the baby boy?
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Southampton, England, August 19, 2003
Drix laid asleep, in his bed, in the small dark room. He hated the dark, always had, or had he? There was a time he could remember laying in a woman's arms and it was dark. She was humming to him. Telling him there was nothing to be afraid of, it was just a thunderstorm. He felt so safe and secure, unlike now.
She kissed his forehead and then laid him in a cradle. Then she was ripped away from him. He was so small and helpless, he couldn't find her. Then, there was a little girl holding him. She held him close to her as if she'd never let go, but then he was taken. He cried and tried to get away but the men only laughed and then there was a bright flash.
Drix woke in bed in a cold sweat, he was shaking. What was going on? Who was the kind woman and the girl in his dream?
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Los Angeles, California, August 19, 2003
Fred awoke with a start in Wesley's arms. They were still in his office.
"Wes! The kids, they sent me a sign. I know where they're at."
"W-what? W-what are you talking about, Fred?"
"I know where the kids are!"
"Amelia and Reagan are together but poor little Drix, he's all alone. He has no one. Your father has him near him."
Wesley stood.
"We have to go then, we have to find them."
"Not without help, you're not."
Wesley and Fred looked up to see Angel and the others standing in the doorway, a SWAT unit behind them.
"I want to meet my nieces and nephew."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, what do you think? Good/bad? Happy/sad? Let me know. Is everything falling into place?