This chapter is a bit short compared to the others.

Sorry about the year mixup, I just realized it should be 2028 not 2026...I don't know how I made that mistake.

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I heard a knock on the door. Everyone's laughter ceased, and their faces become overwhelmed with worry. "Who is it?" Thomas asked slowly.

Dean and Sam both stood up, then pulled their pistols out of their pockets. "Stay here."

All signs of joy had drained from my body. I suddenly realized I'd forgotten about my mom, and guilt flushed over me. I don't know why, but it did.

"What's going on?" West asked hesitantly.

I looked at Thomas. He chewed on his bottom lip. Gosh, he really was cute.

Although I was looking at his face, his good looks were the last think on my mind. I was looking through his eyes, into the worry inside of him.

Was it my mom knocking on the door? Was it Dad? Was it just the wind? No, it wasn't the wind, it was definitely someone knocking. But who?

We were all dead silent. If someone were to drop a pin on the whole other end of Thomas' house, we would of heard it. No one looked at each other, just at their laps. I literally could feel the tension. It was as if the air was getting colder.

We heard the door open. Did Sam or Dean open it? Or whoever was outside?

Silence.

I started to panic. Oh my gosh. We should of heard either (A) relief, (B) "it's okay, just the wind" or (C.) Gunshots.

But there was nothing.

I was the first to stand up. Thomas followed immediately. He slowly inched in front of me, and I couldn't of been so grateful about how strong and tall he was.

Ever so quietly, we inched forward.

Thomas peered through the doorframe. He retreated with a sigh of relief, his body loosening.

The crammed thoughts of fear in my head jumbled back to normal, and I felt my own body being freed from the tension. "What is-" I said to myself, but I saw before I finished.

Maison. Standing in front of Sam and Dean, bawling her eyes out.

Out of no where, West shoved past Thomas and I and ran to his sister. First I forgot about my mom….and now I had forgotten about my best friend, who was left alone in her house passed out? Not okay.

"Maison," West gleamed, about the pull her into a hug. But then he was grabbed by the back of his shirt by Dean.

"What the-" West said, turning to look at the man.

Dean frowned. "Everyone stay back."

I once again looked towards Maison. Her eyes scampered to me, glistening with fear. What's going on? I could tell she wanted to ask. I couldn't do anything but softly shake my head.

"What?!" West shrugged his shoulders fiercely, and Dean let go.

Maison started to cry again. It was taking everything inside of me to not run over and embrace her in a hug myself.

"We don't know if she has the virus," Dean said, his voice coated with sympathy.

"What!?" Maison asked, eyes wide. "Virus?! I have a virus?!" She started to panic, her face forming a pure look of grossness, like how she looks when she sees a worm, or bug.

"She doesn't have the virus!?" West attacked. I know he wasn't sure though. He couldn't admit it. I couldn't either.

I couldn't picture Maison with the virus. In fact, "West is right!" I said out loud. Everyone turned to me, and my slight stage-fright fear triggered inside of me, even though there were only five people in front of me. "Uh…she doesn't have it! Wouldn't she be attack us all?"

Maison dropped her jaw and furrowed her brows. "Excuse me I would NEVER-"

"HEY!" Dean's deep voice rang throughout the room. We all grew quiet. "We don't know if she has it!" His words were sharp and fierce, like there should be a period after each one. He shifted his body, then turned to face Maison.

Maison whimpered a little bit, looking up at my 30-something-Dad. It must still be shocking to her, she only saw him for a good two minutes before it got the best of her and she blacked out.

"Okay," Sam said before Dean could say anything. Just like in the TV show, Sam seemed to be better at words, especially while talking to a petrified teenage girl. "Um…." His eyes beckoned for a name.

Maison swallowed awkwardly. "M-M…Maison?" She cracked.

"Maison," Sam continued, not seeming to wonder at all about the unique name. "Are you bleeding?"

She flinched her nose. "Um, yeah, on my…shoulder."

Sam pursed his lips. I almost gasped. Oh God, please, let her not of gotten infected….

"Did anyone…" Sam gulped. He was nervous, too. If Maison did have Ebola, or "Croatoan," she could charge us all any minute, giving each and every one of us the virus. "Did anyone cut you….and get their blood on you?"

Her mouth hanged open. I noticed, even from far back, her lips where bleeding. Mai has a bad habit of violently chewing on her lips when she's nervous, to the breaking point. Suspense was getting to me, even though she was only silent for a few moments, before she said the word that nearly crushed me inside…

"Yes."

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Thomas' Point of View

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"Oh my gosh." JJ placed a hand over her mouth. I felt weak. It was as if my knees where about to buckle, then give up and finally let me fall.

Sam started breathing faster. Dean did too. I'm pretty sure the only person who didn't, was me. I had been holding my breath since she knocked on the door.

Maison looked quickly at each person, and seeing our reactions to her words, broke down in confused tears.

West's face sagged. I'd never seen him so depressed. Unlike me, this kid never cries, and even so I was shocked he wasn't pouring out a rapid stream of tears. If I knew Shepherd had the virus, I'd….I don't know what I'd do.

But West was just standing there, emotionless.

"What's wrong!?" Maison screamed, her voice high. She choked over the tears. "What's happening to me, why are you guys so, freaked OUT!?'"

That's when JJ lost it. With the palm of her hand still over her lips, she gasped, then slowly leaned back, her legs giving in. She fell to the floor slowly, back against the wall, her eyes glassy, on the merge of tears.

"Sam," Dean said, asking for help. He didn't know what to do. All of us didn't.

I couldn't believe the roller coaster I'd gone on today. If I could go back, I never would of gotten on. But then again, it wasn't my choice. First, it was a great day, my parents so happy to go the party, Shep and I fighting over who was going to drive….then West called me with the idea to go to the theatre. I wanted to go more then anything, so I told my parents I was going to instead. They went happy. That's when the roller coaster first dipped a little bit. No thrill though. Next, Dean and Sam showed up. I don't know what to think about that. But after Danneel?

Then, for about forty-five minutes, everything seemed O.K.

Now I felt like the coaster somehow broke, like we were all falling, endlessly, never to hit the ground.

I couldn't see Sam's face. All I could see was his back, straighter then he normally stands. "Who bled on you, Maison," he asked cautiously.

She darted her glare to Sam, then me, then West, then back to Sam.

I knew she couldn't admit it, just like JJ. It probably was her dad.

"It was..." She gasped, reality hitting her. She looked like she couldn't fit it all inside of her brain, and she grew paler. "…..Shepherd. He…" looking up from the floor, the stream of tears had started again. She stared at me. My heart stopped. "He attacked me!"

My worst nightmares had been confirmed. Shepherd had the virus.

So did Danneel.

So did Maison.

And who knows who else.

So I'm planning on adding a bit more angst to the story. Also, if anyone has anything they would like to see happen in the story, please let me know below! I would TOTALLY love to see them!

I'm thinking of making an updating schedule. I'm going to TRY and post on Wednesdays and Saturdays. I stink at staying on schedules though so...

Anyways, please review. Thanks so much!