A/N Sorry for the wait guys, I'll try to get them up faster. School just kinda came out of nowhere. Anyways enjoy and review to tell me what you think.

We race through the streets of some city in Spain on foot. Jason is securely against my chest in a baby sling I bought two weeks ago after Zach almost dropped him when he hopped over a log in a forest we had been running through. Along with my purchase of the baby sling, I also bought tiny little baby earmuffs in an attempt to protect Jason's hearing from the loud bangs that accompany gun fire, which there is a lot of lately. Unlike when I ran from the Circle, there isn't even the slightest bit of caution and secrecy in the way whoever has been chasing us acts. They are trigger happy with no regard for civilian life or protocol so we've been trying to stay away from civilization. Today, that isn't possible. We've been trying to lose these men for the past three days and have barley been able to stay ahead of them so finally, in desperation, we've come to the city to seek out crowds. I spy an advertisement for a market happening a few blocks from where we are so I change direction towards it, trusting Zach to follow. Nobody has shot at us for about ten minutes which is a very good sign but they are still behind us. We are almost at the market when the shooting starts again. I twist at the same time Zach does and together, we return fire.

We've reached the market now and people are scattering, trying to get away. A little boy, he can't be more than six, runs out onto the road in panic, the road is closed because of the market but he is very close to me and the men after us aren't exactly crack shots and I hear a bang and the boy falls to the ground and his mother screams and I scream and his mother runs to his side and I run up beside her and try to stop this little boy's bleeding but I'm not here anymore, I'm on a different street in a different year in a different country beside a different boy on a different street holding a mother back as she flails trying to get to her son but I can't let her go because her son is dead. Now I hold back this mother when I see it is hopeless. I pull her into a nearby building, her screaming at me, screaming terrible things and I'm afraid that her flying fists are going to hit Jason So I take him off and give him to Zach who has carried the boy's body into this building with him. I need to move, I need to leave before they get here but I can't let this woman go or she will run back outside and die so instead I sit rocking back and forth and listening to her scream and cry in my arms. Zach taps my arm and I know I can't wait another second so I get up and the woman sit where she is. Zach keeps Jason close to his chest and we run out the back entrance of the building we are in and run down the street. I think we lost them but it cost a little boy his life and that isn't right. I think we lost them but I'm wrong. We turn a corner and there is a group of children lined up against a wall and three men with guns pointed at them. These are the men who've been chasing us.

I step in front of Zach who has Jason against cradled in his arms. "Let them go," I say my voice even and deadly as I remember the dead little boy a few blocks back. I level my gun at the men; I will not let more innocent children die because of me. "Let them go or you die."

One of the men lets off a harsh laugh. "We'll die? Cammie, you can only kill the men you can see. We have people in alleyways and snipers on the roofs with their scopes trained on your head, the heads of your husband and son too. If you kill us, you die as well."

"There are worse things than death," I answer thinking about the torture I'd endured all those years ago in that little house on the mountain. "There really are, fortunately for you, you're never going to find out what they are." I shoot both him and his companions through the head and watch as they fall to the ground. I walk forward and kick the man in the head. "You three where the only ones chasing us you bastard," I tell his corpse. "You didn't have people on the rooftops or in any alleys near here. Not yet anyways. Thanks for playing." I turn to the children still standing against the wall, their eyes huge. "Go home." I say. "Run home and lock your doors." They run.

"I'll take first watch," I inform Zach. I can't seem to get that dying little boy and his mother's screams out of my head.

"I can do it baby," Zach tells me but when he sees the look on my face he nods and goes to lie down in the alleyway we've chosen tonight, curling his body around Jason to protect him from the wind.

"I love you," I tell him. I move to kiss him then Jason who is already sound asleep.

"I love you too," he responds, returning my kiss.

"Go to sleep," I murmur against his lips. "I'll wake you up in a few hours."

I go and sit down with my back against the brick wall. I listen as Zach's breathing evens out and smile as Jason moves closer to him, burrowing against Zach's warmth. I yawn as I smile, I haven't been sleeping very well since we went on the run, between old memories that I don't really want to remember and Jason having to be fed every couple hours, I am extremely tired and very irritable. What I wouldn't give for a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. I know that isn't going to happen though. Jason isn't even three weeks yet and he already sleeps better than he should (especially with the aforementioned running)so I guess I should be thankful for that but what little sleep I do get is interrupted by nightmares and curly blonde hair turned red with blood. I sigh. I am so tired. I can't sleep though, that isn't an option. It can't be an option. Whoever's after us, they'll have more people near us now. Watching us probably but I have one hand on a gun and four more on my person so whoever is out there won't try anything. I yawn again and pinch myself when I feel my eyelids drifting close. I can't sleep. Even as this thought flies through my mind, I feel my eyes drift close. I don't have the energy to stop them.

"Cammie," it's Zach's voice and his hand shaking my shoulder. My head bangs off the wall behind me and my eyes snap open, instantly alert. I look around and notice that Jason isn't near me, isn't anywhere I can see.

"Where is he?" I ask taking in Zach's panicked look. "No." I say. "No."

"They left a note in his place," Zach says holding it up. "It says that we took what they held most dear so now they'll take what we hold most dear."

"I fell asleep, didn't I?" I ask but it isn't really a question and Zach just nods. I want to cry and scream and run and shout. I want to kill somebody. I can't though so instead I put on my mission face and see that Zach has done the same, hysterics and sadness will come later. Right now we have a job to do.

"What do you want to do?" Zach asks me.

"Go home," I say. "We need to go home and we need to get our son."