Obviously, my chapter timeline is running a little closer together, as I felt the end of the movie needed the most polishing. Either way, enjoy!

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"Okay, we're here." Kayla announced in Dr. Malcolm's ear, all stumbling into the deserted computer room. Deserted and stunningly quiet. Chairs, desks, screens, all basked in the warm glow of the burning outside- only the colors didn't come from a yule log.

Maisie stepped closer to the flawless bay windows, unsure where to put her eyes. Trees and bushes disappeared as the flames climbed, blocking any night sky with their smoke. Creatures moved to the left and right... all coming here, seeking shelter. It was an eerie reverse... she pulled her fingers into her palms, wary of any buttons.

"There's no power." Dr. Grant groaned, clicking a switch beside the opposite door. "But, there's a first aid kit."

"Bring it over!" Owen ordered. Maisie turned from the window, wheeling the nearest chair over for Claire to sag into. Red stains trailed the left of her shirt, oozing from black-clotted holes over her shoulder. Claire held herself to the chair, shaking as her adrenaline came down. Maisie swallowed, fear reaching down her throat in a new way. "Owen?"

"They're not deep." Owen took the kit from Dr. Grant, only to place it in her hands. "Two squares of gauze, alright."

She looked down at the box, stunned. She recognized the packs instantly and ripped one open as Claire peeled her jacket off.

"Typical giant corp control," Kayla was briefing from the middle console. "Hardly anything's manual; doors, cameras, comms, it all goes through here."

"That surprises you?" Dr. Malcolm snorted. Kayla glared at him. "Talk when you have something useful to say."

Maisie caught Owen's laugh, handing him the gauze. "He does like to talk."

"Be nice, he's nervous." Claire seethed as Owen applied pressure over the claw marks. "You just said it wasn't deep."

"Not taking any chances." Owen motioned for surgical tape. Maisie complied, marveling at their levels of composure. Even with the fire, the continuous attacks on their heels, and escaping into an uncertain future... How many times have they done this?

"Owen, you're over-reacting." Claire held the tape so he could wrap it. Amazing, how after so long with them, there was still so much she didn't know. I need to be better about paying attention, I guess.

If it was on someone other than herself, it might actually be freeing.

"When... are you going to worry about yourself for a change?"

Owen tutted tutted her. "When you start getting responsible."

Oh," Claire's eyebrows shared a knowing look with Maisie. "I'm the irresponsible one?"

The heat stayed on her back, but Maisie had to smile. She'd wanted to ever since finding them in the woods. "I missed you."

It was random, unattached, but it was how she was feeling. It was a good one, cementing something for her; belonging. Plus, it softened both their faces. Maisie let them pull her in, minding Claire's shoulder as she hugged them.

"We missed you too." Owen sighed into her hair; and for the first time, Maisie heard the fatigue there. She squeezed tighter. "Let me help with Beta."

Claire heard it too, and they hesitated. Owen waited until she nodded, hands tightening on her. "You stay with him."

"Absolutely." Maisie promised. I'll make this right.

"...and if we can find a clear path out of here, we'll need the power on to do it." Kayla's voice raised over the moment. Dr. Malcolm rambled about auxiliary power and Owen sealed up Claire's shoulder. Maisie glanced around, hoping to find her some water. I'll make this right. For everyone.