Jeremy was still tied up when he heard the sound of a loud explosion. The rest of his men looked to him in confusion, but he had no response. He could only hope that it was their rescue crew and that they hadn't been deemed disposable in eliminating the threat of the Rebel outlet.

It was clear that the rebels hadn't seen it coming as they lost all order and instead began to panic. People were running every which way, both towards and away from the source of the sound, and they were soon left virtually unguarded.

After blowing the door in, Nora had been instructed to go back to the wagon and wait. She wasn't entirely fond of the idea of being told to sit things out as if she wouldn't be of any use, but she did as she was told anyways. After all, she also wasn't overly keen on the idea of losing her life fighting for the militia either. Her work was done and she was just going to wait for things to play out as she tried to ignore all of the screaming, along with the occasional sounds of gunfire.

They were back in Monroe's office, celebrating getting the men back, when Nora finally accepted Miles' offer to stay for a drink. She knew that her sister was probably waiting up for her, but she felt a rush at the victory and she was finally beginning to feel as if she was no longer considered lesser than the men as Monroe and Baker finally warmed up to her.

As Jeremy finished pouring his drink and Miles handed a drink over to Nora, he seemed to decide that a toast was in order.

"To Nora, whatever her last name is, for saving your sorry ass," Miles told Jeremy with a smirk.

"You know, I think I'm starting to get the one name thing," Monroe commented. "It's like a Madonna or Cher thing, right?"

"It's Clayton," she spoke up. It wasn't really that big of a risk telling them her last name, especially in the blackout world, so she decided that they had reached the point when she could trust them enough to give them her full name.

"Who's Clayton?" Bass questioned. "I've never heard of that one."

"I'm Clayton," she insisted. "That's my last name."

Miles downed the rest of his drink in one chug before insisting, "Well then we're going to need to give you a proper toast, Nora Clayton. And I'm going to need another drink."

She really had intended to stay just for the one drink, but she had been enjoying herself for the first time in a long time and one thing had led to another until she was waking up in Miles Matheson's bed, for the second time, the next morning.

He woke up as she was sliding her pants back over her hips and mentally reprimanding herself for having let herself fall asleep afterwards.

"You didn't try to kill me this time," he pointed out in an amused tone as he slowly sat up.

"I figured if I tried that again, you probably wouldn't give me another job," she shot back almost absentmindedly as her eyes scanned the floor in search of where her shirt had landed the night before.

"Where are you running off to this early anyways?" He questioned as he rubbed tiredly at one of his eyes.

She finally found the damn shirt and moved to pick it up from where it had been hidden, half-lying under the bed, as she responded, "I've got to get home. I told Mia I'd be back last night, she's probably freaking out."

"Mia. That's the mystery sister?" He asked as he watched her pull her shirt on over her head.

She was too focused on tugging at her shirt, trying to adjust it, to look up at him as she responded, "That would be the one." Her eyes flickered back up to meet his when she realized all at once that she had just let real information slip about the sister she had so adamantly been refusing to talk about, unless it was necessary. And even then it had only been in the most general terms.

"Are you sure she can't worry for a little longer?" He questioned as his eyes trailed down her body, then back up, ever so slowly.

"I have to go," she insisted as she tugged on one of her boots. "I already shouldn't have stayed last night."

His expression fell a little, but he covered it up so well that she barely noticed. Still, she realized that had come out a lot more harshly than she had intended, so she pulled her other boot on then back-tracked to the bed to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before turning for the door.

When Nora got back, she found the room that she and her sister had been renting utterly ransacked. Her eyes quickly searched Mia for damage as the younger girl sat up in bed.

"What happened?" She questioned. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Mia responded bitterly. "They took all the food and money though." She had gotten shoved around a little, but there was no doubt in her mind that she had gotten off easy. She was lucky to be in such good condition and she could see by the look on her older sister's face that she knew that too. "Where were you last night?"

Nora was silent as she looked around the room at all of the mess and thought about what could have happened to her sister while she had been curled up in General Matheson's bed. She blamed herself and apparently she wasn't the only one.

"You were with him, weren't you," Mia accused. "I was here by myself, waiting for you to get back and worrying about you, but you were just fine. You were sleeping in Miles Matheson's bed without a second thought about me."

"Mia, you know that I can't spend five minutes of my life not worrying about you," Nora argued.

"Clearly you can or else you would have come home last night instead of sleeping with Miles Matheson," she insisted. "But I'm glad to hear that I'm such a burden to you."

"You're right. I should have been here last night," Nora admitted. "I shouldn't have left you alone here, it's not safe. Grab your stuff."

"Why?" Mia asked suspiciously.

"I can't keep leaving you out here on your own," her sister insisted. "I need to know you're safe. You're coming back with me."

"And you think I'll be safe surrounded by Militia?" Mia demanded. "Nora, please. Let's just go somewhere else. I don't trust them."

"I know, but I do," Nora responded, surprising herself a little with how much she meant it. "As crazy as it sounds, we'll be safe there. Just please grab your stuff."

"I'm not going."

"Yes, you are," Nora argued. "Even if I have to drag you there myself."

A/N: Please read and review! Another giant thanks goes out to simbagirl for being awesome and reviewing last chapter! :D