Sierra winced, preparing for pain......nothingness........whatever she'd feel now that she'd fade into nonexistence since her dad was dead. But it didn't come. Sierra balanced her self against the wall of the cave and went to the edge to look over. Tears of relief came to her eyes at what she saw. Michael and Isabel were floating on a green force field..........Max's force field. He was struggling to hold it up as he slowly lowered them to the ground.

"Damn." Travis growled.

"Maria, Sierra, get out of there!" Max yelled. Sierra ran to Maria's side.

"Get up." She said softly. She pulled her up with her good arm; the other was dislocated, groaning slightly because of her wounds. Maria got up and took Sierra in her arms, letting her put her weight on her. Travis blocked the exit.

"I don't think so." He said lowly.

"Yeah, well, you're an idiot." Sierra forced out. She outstretched her good arm and swept it to the side, using her powers to send Travis head first into the wall of rocks. He fell on the ground, unconscious.

"Is he dead?" Maria asked.

"No, I'm not that lucky." Sierra said softly. Maria dragged her out of the cave. Kyle and Jim met them right outside. Jim scooped Sierra up in his arms and carefully walked down. Kyle took Maria's arm and helped her down. Michael ran to them as soon as they were down. Michael went to Maria.

"Are you all right?" He asked. He pushed her hair back, checking for wounds.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said. "Go check on Sierra." Michael nodded and went to Jim, who had just set Sierra down. Michael kneeled beside her. He saw all the cuts she had and her shirt was covered in blood and had more holes in it from the rocks, not that it wasn't already in bad shape to begin with.

"Max, heal her." Michael pleaded. Max nodded and went over, he was just about to put his hand on one of her wounds.

"No!" She yelled. Everyone stared at her. "You can't heal me." She said.

"Sierra, you're covered in cuts." Michael said. Sierra looked at them.

"You can't." She said. "You'll see the future, and I can't let you do that, who knows what badness that can cause." Sierra said. "I'll be fine, just give me a first aid kit, I can take care of myself, I've done it before."

"I've got one at my house." Jim said.

"All right, we'll all meet there." Max said. Michael picked Sierra up and carried her to the Jetta.

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The gang was now all sitting in Valenti's living room. Kyle brought out some bandages and rubbing alcohol. Maria took the alcohol and some cotton balls and rubbed at the cuts on Sierra's arms.

"Sorry, it might sting." Maria said. Sierra hissed slightly.

"It's OK." She said. "I've felt worse."

"You've got cuts on your back." Isabel said. "We're going to have to take your shirt off." Kyle was about to suggest they go in his room when Sierra unbuttoned her shirt.

"Sierra!" Michael exclaimed. Sierra rolled her eyes.

"Chill out, dad." She said softly. She turned her back to the others and slowly slid the shirt down. Michael glared at Kyle, Jim and Max.

"Oh, look at that....Wall over there..." Kyle said as he, Michael, Max and Jim turned around. Sierra chuckled slightly. She pulled the shirt around to cover her front and held it up with her functioning arm. Maria, Isabel and Liz gasped.

"Oh god." Liz muttered.

"What?" Michael asked, not turning around.

"It's nothing. They're just reacting to my battle scars." Sierra sighed. She had a long scar going from her right shoulder blade to the small of her back in a jagged line and had bruises that were close to healing and old cuts in different places on her back and shoulders. Maria gently smoothed Sierra's hair, as if to comfort her. She dabbed at the new wounds with the alcohol.

"Uh, I'll go get a shirt for her." Kyle said. He went to his room, careful to avert his eyes when he passed Sierra. He grabbed a long blue button down shirt and brought it back to the living room, yet again careful to avert his eyes. He held it out to one of the girls, not really sure which one. Isabel took it from his hands and sat at the other side of Sierra and waited for Maria to finish cleaning Sierra's cuts and putting dressings on it. A few minutes later, Isabel and Maria were both helping her into the shirt. Maria carefully slid the girl's arms into the sleeves and Isabel buttoned the shirt. It was rather large on Sierra, but she didn't mind.

"You guys can turn around now." Liz said. All four men did so. Sierra stood up and limped over to the archway that led to the kitchen.

"You need something?" Jim asked. "Aspirin? Water?" He asked. Sierra shook her head.

"No, just hang on a second. She stood by the wall for a minute or so, taking a few deep breaths and gripping the wall with her hand. Then, in a lightning fast movement, she slammed her hurt shoulder against the wall. Their eyes all widened and they cringed. "AH!" She yelled. She bit her lip to keep herself from shouting anything else. The others heard a crack when she had slammed against the wall. She rested her forehead against the wall, taking a few deep breaths.

"Whoa." Liz breathed out.

"Just a little trick dear old dad taught me after a few unpleasant training sessions at the base." Sierra said.

"Ah, father daughter bonding...With replacing dislocated shoulders, how sweet." Maria said. Sierra chuckled.

"We ain't exactly the Waltons." Sierra said. She rolled her shoulder a bit, hissing softly at the stiffness she felt.

"Are you OK?" Michael asked, going to her and putting a hand on her other arm. Sierra nodded.

"I'm sorry, for running out." She said. "I just...Needed some time alone."

"And you decided to use that time by taking on Travis?" Maria asked.

"He showed up after I got there. He must've figured I'd be there, like you guys did."

"OK, we've now come face to face with this guy twice, and so far the tally is that Maria, Michael and I have all just narrowly escaped death, I think it's time we had a Q&A." Isabel said.

"I told you, I can't-"

"Look, if we have any chance of protecting you and ourselves and helping you make sure there's a future we need a little background information here." Isabel said. Sierra sighed, realizing she had a point. She sat back down on the couch.

"Fine. I'll tell you as much as I can." She said. "Where do you want me to start?"

"What's up Travis' butt seems like a good place." Maria said.

"She's right. If he's not a skin, why does he hate us so much?" Max asked.

"His mother must've poisoned his mind against you all."

"And what does his mother have against us?" Michael asked. Sierra looked down.

"She...............Has some issues." Sierra said.

"Vague much?" Kyle commented.

"I......I can't tell you about his mother......You're not going to like it." Sierra said softly, looking down.

"Try us." Isabel said.

"The woman who killed you, Max, Travis' mother, and who I killed for killing you, is the same woman who killed your friend Alex." Sierra said. Everyone was quiet as they tried to grasp what she had just said, and unsure if they had heard her correctly.

"But.....Tess killed Alex." Liz said softly.

"Bingo." Sierra said.

"Wai........Wait a minute....Tess is Travis' mother?!" Maria asked, shocked.

"Yeah." Sierra said. She looked at Max. Max's eyes widened as he caught on to what she wasn't saying.

"No." He said, shaking his head. "I don't believe that....I won't believe that." The others looked at Max, and then looked back at Sierra.

"Please don't be implying what we all think you're implying." Liz pleaded softly.

"No way, it's not possible." Isabel said.

"Is it? Is he..." Max asked, his voice trembling.

"Yes, Max. Travis is your son." Sierra said softly.

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AN: I bet you guys weren't expecting that, were ya? :-D