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Short chapter, but definitely worth it.

Josh: I think you will like this the most. Let's just say I had a great idea.

Rosalie: The situation involving your character is settled here. In addition, you may need a shower….

I would like to thank all of you for your patience while I did the online studies. I am taking new courses later this month, but I plan to be done with DW before I do. Furthermore, hopefully I will have it done within the next week, then I have to come with another story. Good news I have one that I'm working on.

This story means so much to me, first off I never use cuss words in my stuff. Around chapter 27 of this story, I was baptized and learned some more stuff I couldn't do. So that changed my writing to a degree. And starting with this chapter, you will hopefully see a more polished writer. During my hiatus, I took some writing courses. If you notice a big difference or whatever, please let me know in the review. If not, hopefully I'm not worse,lol.

Gelf: Glad to see you survive the hurricanes, both of them. Here's to hoping this next hurricane season is a calm one.

Chapter 34: Times Running Out

Brennan awakes from his sleep and rolls over to see Mari pacing back and forth. "Morning."

"Oh hey, morning."

"You been up long?"

"Never went to sleep. I mean I tried, really I did, but."

"But what?"

"Are you sure we're in Sanctuary? I mean Lexa told me it blew up."

"It did, and I don't know how or why, but this is Sanctuary. This room we're in, is my bedroom."

"They're not going to think to look here for us. We're going to die in here."

"No we're not, our friends will find us. Until then, we just deal with whatever our captives do to us."

"They're not coming back Brennan."

"How do you know?"

Mari walked over to him and sat down on the floor, with her back to him. She lifted her curly black hair, and revealed to him that her governor was gone. "Do you believe me now?"

"Look, our team has Psionics, Emma, Skylar or Josh could easily enough figure out where we are."

"Yeah, but Emma knows Sanctuary is gone, or at least thinks so. She might just think she's having a flashback or something."

"I can tell you one good reason that would never happen."

"Why?"

"Cause you never set foot in Sanctuary. If she saw you, she'd know it was current."

"Then why haven't they found us. You said it yourself, they have Psionics."

"I don't know why, wish I did. And I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I wish we still had the live video feed from Haven to watch."

"Me too."

Max sat on the windowsill in his room. He gazed out at the moon and stars. He was lost. At one time, his life had been perfect. Loving parents and a little brother that worshipped the ground he walked on. In addition, he was in love with a beautiful girl, of course, she had no idea, and now she never would.

Now he was in orphan, with no family. In addition, his love had turned to hate again. As a boy, he had a crush on Lexa. Then she betrayed his Mutant X team. For years, he had hated her for it. Then he found out why she did it, and forgave her. Then, like an idiot, he fell for her all over again and it cost him Dakota.

He just wanted to give up, leave Mutant X, and go his own way. The only thing holding him back from doing that, was the need to destroy the Dominion, and Lexa!

He barely looked at the door when he heard the knocking. He didn't want to see anyone, so he didn't answer. However, to his dismay, the door opened.

Before him stood the one person, he hated with everything in him: Lexa!

"What do you want?"

"To talk, I thought you might want to know Adam woke up…."

"I have nothing to say to you."

"You might not want to talk to me right now, but I have something to say to you. I have been trying to get you alone so I could say this."

"I wouldn't trust you alone, might stab me in the back!"

Lexa flinched at the anger and hatred in his voice. Her mind floated back that evening, when Shal tried to kill her and Max yelled that she wasn't worth it. All the words she had planned to say left her, and heart turned back into this black void. The emotional void that she had been trying to escape for the last year. Now she plunged headfirst into it. "You know what Max, I could care less what you think of me. I wrote you this letter, do yourself a favor and read it, or don't… I really don't care anymore!"

With those words she walked out of his room and slammed the door behind her.

Max stayed on the windowsill for about 15 minutes before getting up and walking over to his dresser and picked up the letter Lexa left him. He opened up the envelope, pulled the letter out, and began to read.

The letter consisted of a few words:

Dear Max,

I wanted to tell you this for days now, but with everything going on, I couldn't. Since today, we found cameras I am glad I didn't.

Dax and Rosalie are alive; I have them stashed away at a hotel under an assumed name. Please don't tell anyone!

Lexa

"I'm not watching that movie again!"

"Dax, quit being a big baby, we've only seen Lethal Weapon 4 about 6 times," laughed Rosalie.

"Arrgh! And all the other Lethal Weapon's, the same amount of times!"

"Alright, we can talk instead."

"I hate talking about as much as I hate that movie."

"Oh come on, isn't there anything you want to do?"

"Let's see I'm in a hotel room, with a gorgeous girl."

"Get that out of your head right now."

"Bummer," smiled Dax. "I don't care about the age difference. I'm 18 your 23."

"I thought you were 16."

"Who told you that?"

"Max."

"He forgot my last two birthdays. I thought he was dead, for that reason."

"I'm sure he's sorry for that."

"Yeah, I know. However, it doesn't ease the pain I felt. I sat there two years ago waiting for a phone call I never got. I thought my birthday present that first year, was finding out my brother had died."

"Oh Dax," said Rosalie, as she sat on the bed next him. "I'm sorry."

"Thanks, so tell me about your family."

"No thanks."

"Come on, I shared, your turn."

"Ok, my family had me committed to a mental institution, cause they couldn't handle me."

"Oh, sorry. I remember Max telling me you were in a mental institution with Shalimar. I just didn't know why."

"Thought I was a nutcase huh?" laughed Rosalie.

"No, thought maybe you were sad or something."

"Thought I tried suicide?"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry, I made a jump decision about you."

"It's alright, I understand. To tell the truth, I did think of trying it."

"You did?"

"Yeah, the night I got Shal as a roommate at the institution. I was going to do it that night, cause I thought I was a freak. Then she got angry with the guards, and I saw her eyes change. I knew I wasn't alone then."

Rosalie hadn't realized she was crying until Dax reached over and brushed the tears from her cheek. Her eyes looked into his, and she knew he understood. She leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips.

Chills went down her spine as the kiss intensified. She tried to pull away, but found she couldn't. She didn't want to, and she reached her hand up to behind Dax's neck.

Dax pulled back from her, "Tell me I'm not dreaming."

"If you are, don't wake up yet."

He leaned in to kiss her again. He started kissing the nape of her neck. She could feel his warm breath on her neck. His mouth found hers, and she was again lost in his kiss. She leaned back on the bed, and he leaned with her, never breaking the kiss.

She watched as he sat back up. She reached up to help him remove his shirt. He lay back down next to her. She moaned slightly as she felt him unbuttoning her blouse. She felt the fabric being pulled from her body.

It took them but minute to remove their clothes, but it took them the rest of the night to make love several times.

Josh kicked at the GSA agent hologram in front of her. She had tried to sleep, but found herself having nightmares. The last had really shaken her up.

It had felt so real…

In her dream…

She was walking somewhere. She didn't recognize the place; it was some kind of hall. Her hand reached out and flipped a switch. Before her a panel on the wall moved. She walked through that panel and found herself in the situation room.

She watched as she walked through the panel and down the hallway. She was moving fast as if running, all of a sudden she was face to face with Jesse and she hit him.

Josh jumped as the memories of the nightmare came back to her. And she tried to clear it from her mind. Cause she knew what was to happen next. In her nightmare she stabbed Jesse and killed Shelly.

However, she knew she didn't do it. She had been at a movie with Rosalie at the time of the attack.

That left two possible reasons for her nightmare. One, the stress from losing Shelly and the others were causing the nightmares.

Either that, or somehow she was seeing the attack through the killer's eyes.

She stopped fighting the holograms and headed for the situation room. She tried to remember the angle in her dream from which she entered.

If there is no door here, then I dreamed it.

However, if there is a door, I know that I have to find out whose eyes I'm looking through.

She walked over to the will and placed her hand on the wall. She pushed with all her might, but nothing happened.

Then she realized she was pushing the wall she saw in her dream. If there were a trap door, it would be across from this wall.

She walked over and pushed, and almost to her surprise, the wall gave away.

All of a sudden, she was hit with images.

She sees the door opening and sees a man's face. She tries to see who it was, but it was too dark. As the man stepped toward her, light hit his face. What was once hidden from her was now plainly visible… ' It can't be you, you're dead!'…

Josh awakes with Emma slightly taping her face, "Josh."

"Uh!"

"You alright? I think you fainted."

"Yeah, I'm find, just got a premonition," said Josh as she stood up. She looked around to find that she was still in the dojo. Her entire journey had been a premonition. "Emma."

"Yeah."

"I saw the traitor's face."

"Who is it?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"Ok, first off, I am not sure exactly who the traitor is. This whole time we've been under the assumption that the traitor and killer were one and the same right?"

"Right."

"Their not, but they are somehow connected to each other."

"So who did you see? The traitor or the killer?"

"The killer."

"Who is it?"

Josh was hit with images, right before her eyes, pictures and emotions came to life. Emma reached out to catch her, "Josh, are you ok?"

"No, and I can't tell you who the traitor is."

"Why not?"

"I just can't, please understand."

OK, that's it for now. Next chapter picks up where this one ends, kinda. Josh will be working behind everyone's back for a few chapters.

Next chapter will go up tomorrow. One note, I mentioned Skylar in this chapter, it was not a mistake. Brennan and Mari were being moved when Skylar was killed, and are unaware of her death. They also know nothing of Dax and his friends joining the team, or the disappearance of Rosalie and Dax.

See you tomorrow!