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Late the next morning, Max woke up but didn't move from where she was cuddled up against Zack's chest. She looked to see if he was awake, but his eyes were closed and his chest rose and fell with a rhythmic beat. She grinned when she saw a small patch of drool on the corner of his mouth and reached out to wipe it off. His forehead crinkled for a moment then relaxed as he stayed asleep.

Max smiled at seeing him so calm. All his life he had to look over his shoulder and watch the others, so he didn't really have time to stop and relax the way he was now. Max looked out the window where sunshine was pouring in and although it should have made her happy that it wasn't raining, her smiled faded. She couldn't get the image of that girl out of her head. The face was haunting her; it was as if she knew the girl but couldn't put a name to the face. That blonde hair and blue eyes.

'Sad eyes,' Max realized. 'Scared eyes.'

She tried to banish her thoughts for awhile. 'I can't worry about some random dream with a blonde girl in it.'

She looked over at the clock. It showed 7:00. She and Zack had an hour to get to work.

Getting up slowly without waking up Zack, Max silently got dressed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast, her head swirling with thoughts.

'Why can't I get that girl out of my mind?' she asked herself as she turned on the coffee machine.

She opened the fridge to get out a few muffins and whatever else looked edible when she stumbled as a seizure shook her slightly and she knocked her head on the door. As she fell unconscious, a flashback overtook her.

Flashback

A nine or ten years old Max lay in a bed, suffering from her seizures. A girl who looked to be about the same age or a little bit older dabbed at her forehead with a wet cloth. Max reached out to the older girl's face but the girl stopped her gently and put her hand back on the bed.

"Stay out of his way Maxie, or he'll start with you too," the girl said.

"Lucy," Max's raspy voice came out. "He hurt you again."

A pair of thundering footsteps echoed down the hallway. The knob turned and Max looked at Lucy fearfully but Lucy's face remained passive and she didn't bother looking to see who was coming because she knew what was going to happen. A man walked in and put his hand on Lucy's shoulder. With one last look at Max, Lucy slowly got up and left with her father. The door closed and the click that it had made resounded in Max's ears.

End Flashback

"Lucy," Max mumbled.

Zack cradled her in his arms as O.C. wiped the blood off the corner of her head.

"Who's she talking 'bout?" Cindy asked.

Flashback

"She was the only person I ever really cared about outside our family," Max told Zack as they sat on the kitchen floor. "She was my foster sister."

End Flashback

"Lucy… Griffin, I think," Zack said. "Max mentioned that she was her foster sister before she came to Seattle. She cared a lot about her. Her father abused her."

"Poor kid," Cindy said.

Max stirred and her eyes blinked open.

"You have got to stop having so many accidents and scaring us Maxie," Zack said.

"Lucy," was all Max got out.

"What about her?" asked Zack quizzically.

"The girl in my dream," Max explained. "It's Lucy."

Lucy sat in a chair in White's office. She looked around. The man obviously had expensive taste but that didn't make him any less dangerous. She spied a hole in the wall close to the door. She shuddered. She didn't even want to think about how strong the man was if he had punched through the wall.

"How did you find her?" White asked Otto as if Lucy wasn't in the room.

"Sir, we figured that when 452 escaped, she must've been put in some kind of foster care system. We searched the ones close to Wyoming, Gillette, for children approximately 9-12 years in age with identifying marks. We hit the jackpot when we found a child with a barcode tattoo on the back of her neck. It was unmistakably 452. We went to the address where it said she had lived and found a drunken man there. We asked him about a foster kid he used to have and he told us about a girl with short brownish-blackish hair who never talked much. He also told us that his brat kid has run away and good riddance, because he didn't like the bitch much anyways. Said she was only good for one thing, and that was a good time. Also said that she became boring after a while. So we went directly to Seattle figuring out that the girl would go looking for 452. It was pure luck we found her so easily," Otto explained.

At the words that her father had said, Lucy's eyes started to water. A good time? He made it sound like she was a hooker when in truth he was raping her. She had only just managed to get away from him, what if these men brought her back? And…

'Max,' Lucy thought. 'Is that really you? After all these years? You really grew up beautiful.' 'Unlike me,' she thought again. It wasn't true, Lucy was quite pretty. It was her father's abuse that had made her look tired and made her feel worthless and ugly.

White looked at Lucy, his mouth twisting into a cruel smile. 'Now that I have the bait, 452 and her bastard children will be mine. Hook, line, and sinker.'

"Have you been in contact with 452?" White asked Lucy.

Lucy just looked at him. "You make the number sound like a person," she said. "What are you talking about?"

White rolled his eyes. "Max," he spat out as if he had something vile in his mouth. Referring to 452 as anything less than an animal made him want to throw up. They weren't human, they shouldn't have names.

"I haven't seen Max for about 11 years," Lucy answered truthfully.

"Well guess what," White said. "I'm going to arrange a party and you can see her again," he said dryly.

Lucy's eyes sparkled. "I'll see Max again?" she asked.

"Yes, and then you can talk about girl stuff, do each other's nails, and go date boys," White said sarcastically in a mock girly voice.

Lucy's eyes narrowed. 'Why do I get the feeling there's something going on that I don't know about?'

"I'm not going to let you hurt Max," Lucy declared.

White grabbed her by the front of her shirt and yanked her until she was eye to eye with him.

"You are going to help me get 452 or I'll make what your father did to you seem like a picnic," White snarled.

Fear and horror shone in Lucy's eyes. She had gotten so far away from her father only to get hurt again. Her brave façade dropped. She'd do almost anything for her foster sister; she wouldn't let people hurt her. But this man had stepped on a delicate issue, one that terrified her. With tears in her eyes for betraying her once in a lifetime sister, Lucy nodded and agreed to help White.

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