A/N: Sry for taking so long to update. I've had tons of homework and I've only had like 5 hours sleep every night. Reviews are greatly appreciated.

A girl with long, blonde hair walked through the streets of Seattle. She walked carefully, eyeing her surroundings as if someone would jump out from behind her. It was late at night, and she had no idea how safe Seattle was, but she didn't think she should be roaming about at such a late hour. She walked quicker, trying to find a motel or someplace to sleep.

'I got away,' she thought. 'I finally got away. He can't hurt me anymore. He won't be able to… to…' She cut off her bad thoughts. 'No, I won't think about what he did to me. I need to get a new life, start all over again.'

The path she was on led her to one of the main streets, where she didn't see many people walking around. She shivered; it was chilly and she had an unnerving feeling.

She stopped suddenly when she felt a pair of eyes on her. She whirled around and with a thud fell to the ground.

Max moaned in her sleep and Zack watched her worriedly. Her forehead was warm and her hair was moist with sweat. She clutched her stomach and kept moaning.

"Maxie," he murmured. "Maxie, wake up. What's wrong?" He nuzzled her neck.

When she didn't respond to him, he frowned. Max always woke up when he asked her to, she always responded to her mate. Asleep or not, she could feel him calling to her. So why wasn't she waking up now?

He tried again. "Max," he said gently. "Maxie, wake up. What's wrong?"

She stirred in her sleep, but didn't wake up which worried him further. Her hands had dropped from her stomach, now she was just tossing and turning.

"Maxie." He nudged her. "Max," he said again, trying not to start panicking.

All of a sudden she gasped and shot up in bed, breathing heavily, but winced and sucked in a breath when she felt a hard kick in her stomach. Her eyes were glazed over, unfocused.

"Zack," she whispered.

He leaned over and pulled her into his arms.

"Shh. What's wrong? You looked like you were having a bad dream. You weren't waking up," he said.

She stayed quiet for a while, just catching her breath and calming down, leaning against his chest. When she opened her mouth to speak, a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Hey, what's wrong? Max? Why are you crying?" Zack asked. The sight of seeing her so scared and vulnerable crushed his heart.

"Our babies," she said. "I had a weird dream. First, there were all four of us, happy and sitting around in the living room. Then the scene changed and there was fire and smoke everywhere. You were – oh God, you were on the ground, and you weren't moving…" Tears were streaming down her face. "I was beside you and I heard our babies crying and screaming… Then all of a sudden it stopped and for some strange reason, I saw this girl walking through the streets as if someone were looking for her. She stopped then someone knocked her out and she sank to the ground. It was horrible…"

Zack held her tighter and kissed her forehead.

"It was just a dream Maxie. Don't worry about it."

Max shook her head. "It seemed so real."

"Just go back to sleep Maxie," he said.

"Don't wanna. I don't want to have another nightmare."

"You won't," he promised. "I won't let anyone or anything hurt you Maxie. You don't have to be afraid, I'm right here. Just close your eyes and relax, you're not supposed to be this stressed."

She looked like she was going to protest but he looked pointedly at her belly. She sighed then raised her hands up in surrender.

"You're right, you're right. I need to be healthy for the babies."

He grinned. "That's my girl."

"Damn straight."

They both lay down and he pulled her to him in a protective hold. She fell back to sleep instantly, but Zack just watched her with a concerned expression on his face.

White looked up as Otto entered the room with a struggling blindfolded girl.

"Let go of me!" she yelled.

"Why is there a yelling girl in my office?" White demanded.

"She may be a lead to 452," Otto said.

"How so?" White asked.

"We have been trying to figure out 452's history. Where she's been, who's she interacted with… We thought that maybe we could find something substantial to use as bait for 452," Otto explained. "This girl was 452's foster sister early after she escaped."

White motioned for Otto to take off the girl's blindfold and Otto did as instructed.

The girl looked around.

"What do you want with me?" she asked.

White showed the girl 452's picture. Her eyes widened.

"Max," she breathed.

"What's the girl's name?" White asked Otto.

"Lucy Griffin," Otto answered.

A/N: Hope you guys liked it! Please review. HEY! EVERYONE! LOOK HERE! K, now that I've got your attention, would you all please check out a friend of mine's work. It's called, "Dark Angel: 452 or Max" by hphotshot. Thanks! Okay everyone, now please do your duty of reviewing. It only takes a sec and it's greatly appreciated.

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