Chloe and Warren made some small talk while they waited on Kate. Chloe had just got done talking about her new NPDAP. Or, the No PDA Policy when Kate finally arrived. She tossed Warren a blanket to put on Max, and gave one to Chloe. She explained that she had talked to the other kids. She described the storm and warned the others to get away from Arcadia Bay. Fortunately, some of them listened. Brooke, Juliet, Daniel, even Ms. Grant promised to leave town. Some others unfortunately didn't listen. Luke, Evan, Taylor and Courtney did not heed her advice. Hopefully, they would be safe. Kate had done the best she could do. They just had to wait and see.

Warren and Chloe thanked her for the blankets. They also insisted on Kate going to sleep. The poor girl seemed like she swaying on her feet. Kate reluctantly agreed. She layed down next to Chloe. Chloe covered her up and she fell asleep almost instantly.

Kate grabbed the end of the blanket and snuggled up to it beside Chloe. She regarded the blonde before talking, "You know Kate was the first to comfort me after the whole Jefferson thing."

"I saw. I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I was too busy hugging Max and being glad I was alive."

"It's fine. I just felt like saying it. It was really sweet."

"She is sweet. She didn't deserve what was happening to her."

"She really didn't." She brushed some hair out of Kate's mouth. Better. "Well, Graham Cracker, I'm going to try to catch some zs. You should too."

"Sounds like a plan. Night, Chloe."

"Night, Big Brain."

Chloe lay on her back and slowly drifted off to sleep. Warren, in the meantime, turned to Max. He grabbed some blanket over himself and snuggled next to Max. He too drifted off.

Warren woke up feeling Max shift next to him. He opened his eyes groggily, "Max?" He hated how stuffy his voice sounded from sleep.

She didn't listen to him. She seemed like she was sleep walking the way she was moving. He dealt enough with it with his dad.

"Max?" Chloe asked. Her voice wasn't thick with sleep. She had been up for a while.

Max mumbled something about, "Needing to find something". Still laying on the mattress, Warren turned his body to face Chloe. "You think this is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"If this is the vision she had?"

"Doubt it. Maybe with her powers gone she took up sleep walking. Besides, I don't hear the tornado. Unless…"

"Unless what?"

"You wanna bet on it? Obviously we should follow her so she doesn't hurt herself. I bet ten bucks she's just sleep walking."

Max didn't remember much of her vision, this is true. It was more likely than not that this could be her vision. Hell, what did he have to lose? If they survived the storm, he'll be ten dollars richer. "Sure."

Chloe smiled and enthusiastically spit in her hand and extended it. "Shake on it."

"With your spit on your hand? Gross."

"Oh come on," she said, sarcastically rolling her eyes. "You'll swap spit with Max but not with me?"

Warren just raised an eyebrow at her.

She looked at her hand and reconsidered. "Yeah, you're right." She wiped her moist palm on her ragged jeans. "We'll go with the spoken agreement."

"Works for me." The two stood up. "So why were you up?"

"Nightmares. Nasty shit."

"Do you-"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Right." The two opened the floor hatch in the church and walked past the pews. "She's upstairs."

"Probably is."

"You go first. If she's having her vision it's an alternate timeline Max. She'll want to see you."

"Wow, I feel flattered."

"I think you mean, Wowser."

"Shut the fuck up," she chuckled and punched his arm lightly. "You have a point though. I'm going up."

While she went up, Warren checked his phone. He had no service, but he could see that it was early morning. In fact, now that it was silent he could hear the faint sound of wind howling. Could the storm be here already?

The thought convinced him that, yes, she probably was about to have the vision. He raced down the bunker to retrieve his "bomb supplies". He made it just time to hear Chloe scream for his assistance. Grinning like he just won the lottery, he walked up the steps to a find his friend. She had her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.

"Don't you dare."

"Awe," he replied sarcastically. "I wasn't going to say, 'I told you so', not at all."

Chloe shot him a death glare. "You damn dirty hominidae." Warren was vaguely impressed she knew the scientific name for ape.

"You owe me ten bucks." He enjoyed ribbing Chloe.

"CAN ANYONE TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" Max shouted. She was obviously very confused. It was plain on her cute face.

"Right," Warren said. Enough fooling around, the little Max told them about the vision was that she saw the tornado. "Agent Hella, would you like to do the honors?"

She mockingly saluted him. As if she would do anything else. "Will do, Monkey Man."

He rolled his eyes and scooted two chairs over to them. Then, he went to work on the wall. He joked around a little bit with them before placing his bomb on the wall.

After Chloe called his cue, he raced over to the girls. Despite Chloe's wishes against PDA, he couldn't help but to put his arms over them and kiss Max on the head. "Bombs away!"

The bomb exploded. The howling winds of the tornado were much more evident. Max gasped in surprised and muttered to herself. "We can't explain much!" he shouted over the wind. "Just listen to what Chloe said and everything will be alright."

Max seemed to have wanted to argue, but she couldn't get a word out before she passed out again. After they made sure that she wasn't in danger of hitting her head or anything, Warren said, "So about that ten bucks…"

"That's if we survive, Warren."

"So you don't have it?" he replied with an exaggerated frown.

"Not on me! If you want it soon I could ask…" Chloe's eyes widened in realization. "Shit!"

Warren was confused. "What?"

"My mom! Her and David are trapped! We forgot to warn them!"

"Fuck!" They had forgotten her parents. Although, it seemed that their outburst had woken Max.

"What's going on?" she asked as Chloe raced over to the stairs.

"Come on, Max." He could tell Max was very confused by the events, but when she looked behind him and saw the tornado, it dawned on her.

"It's here? What happened?"

"The other Max had a vision. Come one, we have to go get Joyce and David!"

Warren grabbed her hand. Max was still a little slow waking up, but she was alert enough to know that they needed to hurry. Chloe was waking for them down the stairs, she had already gotten Warren's keys from Kate. "We don't have time to wake up Kate, we're getting in your car. I'm driving, we'll be faster that way."

"Suit yourself."

They ran out to Warren's car. He guided Max into the backseat and jumped in the other side. Chloe launched herself into the driver's seat, started the car and sped off down the road. She sped down the roads and around corners. Thankfully, law enforcement was busy trying to get people to leave town or seek shelter. No one was worried about going in to town, they wanted to get out.

"Fuck!" Chloe yelled as she swerved to avoid a downed tree.

The rest of the ride went fine. Chloe quickly parked on the side of the road. She got out and walked briskly to the door. Warren and Max unbuckled their seatbelts and ran out to join Chloe. Each were grateful for the windbreakers fighting the wind and the rain.

Chloe ran inside but couldn't find them. She heard a muffled noise in the garage and opened the door to find her mother and her step-father. At first they reacted harshly, David pushing Joyce behind him prepared to fight off a would be attacker. Instead, when they saw it was Chloe, Joyce immediately called out to her and tackled her with a motherly hug. When she noticed Max and Warren trailing behind her, she gave them matching hugs.

"Where were you all last night, young lady?"

David stood next to his canned good, unamused. It was clear to see to the trio that he had been stockpiling all their cans as they waited for the storm.

"That's actually what we came to talk to you about. One of our friends told us about a bunker underneath a church, we're hiding out there while the storm blows over. I-no-we need you two to come with us."

David seemed to consider it, "What friend told you about this?"

"Does it matter?" she replied. Chloe couldn't help but roll her eyes at David's stubborn mentality.

"It doesn't," Joyce cut in. "If Chloe knows a place where we can be safe, we need to take it. Besides, what friend of Chloe's goes to a church?"

Although this was a valid point, Chloe still felt the need to stand up for her. "Her name is Kate by the way. Oh, in addition, stop surveying her. Not only is it creepy, but she's innocent."

"How did you-"

"Doesn't matter. I know you're trying your best, David, but sometimes your best fucking sucks."

"Well, I thin-"

"David, listen to me. For once. I know you're trying, and I know I've been fucking ungrateful. But I'm glad you make Mom happy, even if your mustache creeps me out."

David subconsciously touched his mustache. But he could tell Chloe is being sincere. "I didn't know that's how you felt. I do care about you, Chloe. I know my tactics haven't been the best."

"Believe me, I know. Now can we go before we all die?"

"Yeah," Joyce said. "We'll follow you in our car."

Chloe nodded and turned on her heel. She walked over to the car. Max and Warren joined her. "That was really cool of you, Chlo."

Chloe shrugged. "It was nothing. Thought I'd told him that I know he cares before we all possibly die."

"I'm glad you're taking the optimistic approach."

Chloe laughed. "With as many times as you had to save me, Max? I'm not taking chances."

They drove back to the church, still in kind of a hurry. Kate had peaked outside and she smiled in relief when she saw all six of them arrive. "I couldn't find any of you guys. I got worried. But I'm glad you found your parents."

"Me too," Chloe replied as Joyce and David went down the church bunker. "There's on person we're forgetting though. Is Frank here?"

"No, he hasn't shown up."

"Shit."

Chloe dug out her phone, but she was virtually powerless. She didn't have any service or barely any battery. She supposed she could go out and look for him, but in this storm? It wasn't a good idea.

She told them she was going to waiting on him outside, and they decided to wait with her. After a few minutes, the others started to get sadly skeptical. It was getting very dangerous out here.

"Maybe he isn't coming," Max muttered.

"He's coming," Chloe whispered. "I know he is."

About a minute later, Frank's RV came screaming down the road. Then, unexpectedly, like a vase dropping from a table, a tree fell in Frank's path, causing him to swerve out of the way. His RV brutally rolled once, twice, before settling to a smoky stop in a ditch. "Frank!" Max and Chloe shouted before running to help.

The RV had settled on its side. The girls had to climb up and pry open the door on top of the downed vehicle. Warren and Kate had smartly thought to grab David to help. He quickly scrambled to his car and scavenged a crowbar from his trunk. He ran over to the RV and gave Chloe the item. She used it to try to pry the door open, and eventually succeeded.

"Frank!" she tried to shout over the storm. The rain smacked them all hard in face. Chloe crawled inward and witnessed Pompidou's pathetic whining and a passed out Frank. Shrapnel from the RV had embedded itself into his thigh. He must have passed out from the pain. It was a gruesome injury, but it looked as though he would survive. Although, it would be hard to drag an unconcious Frank out of the RV from the ajar door.

"Here" she handed Max the crowbar. "Give this to David and have him take out the windshield. David, Warren and I will have to drag him out."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Do you have a better one?"

Max gave Chloe a worried look before sighing in defeat. She grabbed the crowbar to give to David.

"Hold on, Frank." He had saved her life once, a long time ago. As she took Pompidou in her arms, (who seemed to be uninjured, thank God), she knew she was going to repay the favor.

While she rescued the dog, David had busted out the windshield. Chloe jumped down and handed the dog off to Max. With a concerned glance at Frank, she walked off to drop the dog off to Kate and Joyce.

Chloe, David and Warren slowly removed Frank from the RV. David warned them multiple times to not touch the injury. Gingerly, the trio helped carry Frank, semi-bridal style, to the bunker. Eventually, they had set Frank down on a bed. His breathing was haggard, but he seemed no worse for the wear.

"Is he going to be okay?" Warren asked.

"I thankfully took medical classes in the military," David reassured. He had Kate bring him a first-aid kit from the church's office. "I will be able to handle this. I'm going to need space though. Joyce, stay with me. I might need your help." The man rolled up his sleeves.

"Let's go," Max said. She grabbed Chloe by the forearm and dragged her upstairs. Suddenly the four of them stood just outside the church, watching the storm coming.

"I can't lose him too. Not Frank."

"And you won't. David knows what he's doing," Max answered.

Chloe just sighed.

The truth is, none of them knew if he would be okay. Like Chloe implied, none of them knew if they would survive the storm. But they did know one thing.

As Max took Warren's hand in her left, and Chloe's hand in her right, as Chloe took Kate's hand in her right, they all smiled as one. They did know one thing.

No matter what happened next, they had each other.

A/N:

Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I'm hope you enjoyed this story just as much (or more) that I enjoyed writing it! That other story I have plans for is set to debut on Christmas Eve. Not saying set your calendars, but if you're bored, you know how to find it!

I won't say much, but I can say that the story will be set in an AU Life is Strange universe where there is no powers, no tornado, Rachel and Chloe are still alive (therefore, a minor appearence). Also, Jefferson was never a psycho. So, fun stuff!

Title is: Speak. As of today anyway.

Not going to say anything much else, you'll have to read it yourself come Christmas Eve, ya damn dirty humans.

Anyway, Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, and etc. Oh and Happy New Year!

Til next time,

Holywoodunderfed