Disclaimer: Still own nothing. So sad.

"You remind me of her." Delos admitted, running a hand through his hair. "Maggie. You both have that same spark. Fine, then. We'll do it your way. But it doesn't matter if I use the bluepower or not; either way, the people who took her are going to die."

"Well, and I'll help you with that."

Delos contemplated this for a moment, and then nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

Keller's POV:

Keller paced back and forth across the main hallway, wishing for something to do. She didn't know if restlessness could hurt, but if it could, then her whole body ached of it.

The feeling diminshed somewhat when Galen was with her, but she still couldn't resist wanting to get in a fight with someone, or perhaps something. She wished, for the umpteenth time, that she had gone with Poppy and the others, but she had been visiting Iliana at one of the daybreak centers at the time they had departed. And although Galen had filled her in when she had gotten back, he didn't know where the group had went.

Speaking of Galen, she thought, maybe she should just go find him. At least that would be nice. But, no—she had a better idea!

She would find Jez.

Jez loved to fight, and she was a great opponent, as well. Even if it wasn't a real fight, at least it would help drain her tension away.

Feeling considerably better at the mere thought of releasing her energy, she started toward Jez's room. She knocked twice on the door, but nobody answered.

"Jez?" She called out. "Jez…"

She pushed the door open, but nobody was inside. Well…if Jez wasn't in her room, than the second most likely option was Morgead's room…but if she was in there, than Keller really didn't want to interupt. She turned to go...but almost ran into Sarah Strange and her two 'bodyguards'. One of them was Kierrlan Drache—the last wildpower. The other was Mal Redfern Harmen—a man who was half witch and half vampire. They flanked Sarah on either side.

"Oh, sorry." She apologized briefly, and then turned to go, but Sarah's voice brought her back.

"Are you looking for Jez?"

Keller raised her eyebrows.

"Yes. Why? Do you know where she is?"

Sarah bit her lip. "Not exactly, but I can guess…I think her Uncle is caught up in something bad. I told her the adress, and I think she might have went after him."

"Her Uncle Brakken?" Keller demanded, hurrying back down the hallway. "I met him once—I helped Rashel and Quinn transport him to a new safe spot, just a week or so ago. First Poppy's cousin…then Maggie and Hannah…and now Mr. Brakken. I don't like this. Quick. Sarah, do you remember that adress?"

"I—I'm not sure…" she started off, weakly.

Keller stepped closer. "Please. I need to know."

"Hey." Mal—the dark haired one with steel eyes—warned. "Give her some space."

Kierlan—the one with auburn hair and flashing eyes—shot Mal a faint, hard to decipher look, but nodded. "She's doing her best."

Keller stepped back, relucatatnly. While Sarah thought, Keller let her gaze flicker from Mal to Kierlan and then back again. They seemed to both be the exact same distance away from Sarah, and both learning toward her, just slightly. She was not the first one to wonder what, exactly, the two boy's relationships were to Sarah.

It was obvious that Kierlan viewed her as his, and when the three had first arrived, he had openly annouced that they were soulmates.

And yet…although Mal had not stepped out and said anything, there was no way to mask the looks he gave Sarah, especially when he thought noone else was looking…and there was no way to mistake the way that Sarah returned those looks,even if unintentionally.

But right now, Keller didn't have time to think about that. Her instincts were tingling off the wall—so hard that her palms were physically shaking. And then, finally—finally—Sarah's complexion brightened.

"Oh, yes! I think I remember…"

She listed off a sting of numbers and Keller nodded, once. Quick.

"Thank you." She said, and started to run off—only to be stopped by Sarah's nervous, slightly wavering voice. She turned back around.

"Let me go with you." She said.

Everyone reacted differently, but all at once. Kierlan's mouth fell open, and he grabbed for her hand—trying to pull her close, as if to shield him. Mal shook his head quickly, grabbed her other hand, and tugged. Sarah was yanked to both sides, but did not protest. And Keller simply stood, looking perfectly neutral. In fact, everything inside of her was confused. Frail, delicate little Sarah Strange trying to charge into battle? She would have laughed if she could open her mouth—and Sarah seemed to sense that.

"Please. I know I don't look strong, but I do get visions—and that could help. Plus, you could use all the people you could get…and I don't want to stay here, at the house, not being able to help anyone. I can't do that anymore."

It was the last line that changed Keller's mind. Up until then, she had been listening, but already set on denying her request. It was true that Sarah's visions could help her, and more people were never a disadvantage, but Keller wasn't so sure that Sarah wouldn't get herself killed…but in Sarah's voice, she heard the longing, heartbreaking sadness that Keller had been feeling since the other's left, as well. It was the feeling of not being able to help, of being useless.

Keller nodded.

"Thank you." Sarah said, and her eyes flashed with determination. She tried taking a step toward Keller, but her hands were locked in place.

"Mal, Kierlan, let go of me." She said gently.

And if the two guys were always at oppositions, at least now they were strung together, held by the mutual need to keep Sarah safe.

"You can't go." Kierlan said plainly. "You can't."

"I have to."

"You don't have to do anything!" He argued. "You can stay right here, safe."

"I don't want to."

"Dammit!" Kierlan said, and he struck out at the wall. It left a considerable dent—Keller fought the urge to whistle. "Mal, reason with her, will you?"

"It's dangerous out there." Mal said; his voice was cool and deep, like rivers slipping over polished rocks. "We can't let you go."

"You don't get to decide that, though." Sarah said, simply and serenely, with only a touch of sadness to her voice. Keller found herself respecting the waifish girl just a bit more—she had more determination than she gave her.

Mal looked conflicted, but then he sighed.

"It's obvious, you're not going to listen to reason." He said. "You never do. So fine, let's go."

Keller perked up.

"You're going, too?" She asked.

He would be a huge assett.

"If Sarah's going, of course we're going." Kierlan stepped in, eyeing her with increduality. Still holding Sarah's hand, he started down the hallway.

"But wait—Thierry said that the wildpowers were to stay in the building." Sarah protested, looking up at him with her huge, starry eyes.

Kierlan didn't take his eyes off of her as he said, "Like Hell, I'm staying."

Keller loped up in front of them and starting toward the door. Behind her, she could still hear Sarah protesting and Kierlan staying firm. But she felt hope rise up in her, sharper than it had been for days. She was going to help Jez, and whoever else needed it, and everything was going to be okay. She had backup, and Galen would stay at Thierry's house, out of harm's way, and the mystery was going to be solved, and nobody was going to be hurt.

And as they left the door, and hopped into one of Thierry's car, Keller could not know how wrong she really was.

Thank you! Almost done! Aieee! Please keep R and R ing and then I'll try to post chapters soon!