Hi :D Third Chapter! I'm trying to get them up faster then I usually do. I've already got the fourth chapter written out so hopefully that'll be up here soon when I have time.

Thanks for keeping with this story and reading it :D It means a lot.

~Within my heart are memories. Of perfect love that you gave to me. Oh I remember~

Creed- My Sacrifice

John stepped up onto the platform and pulled Laura with him, slightly lost in thought.

"You'll find them someday." Laura said, abruptly, looking up at John with raised eyebrows.

John froze and turned to look at her.

"I've been talking in my sleep again haven't I?" He asked.

"Yea. But... whoever they are, you know I'll help you find them right? I mean it's gotta mean something. You've been having the same dreams ever since you were 8." Laura said, twiddling her thumbs.

"From what I've dreamt, there's some of them that I don't want to meet." He mumbled and leaned his head back, his eyes closed as he clung to the pole in the train, waiting for the rest of the impatient people to board.

Rashel stood back outside the train station, with her head down. She wouldn't allow any more tears to flood down her face, she needed to find hope again. She needed to find Zansheen.

She turned and started back down the sidewalk, but every time she would walk back to the mansion, somehow she would end up by the train station again. She wasn't lost, she just didn't know how she kept ending up there.

"Oh. What the hell. It can't hurt anything." She mumbled, and pushed the door open again, walking through and jumping onto the train John was on, right before the doors shut with a 'whoosh' and it took off.

'I've turned into a creepy, stalker lady already.' She thought to herself, as she slipped through the crowds, looking around for the blonde girl he had. She'd be easier to point out in the crowd then John, who fit into the darkest corners.

The blonde girl popped up, and Rashel finally learned her name. Laura. Girlish name.

Rashel slipped in behind John and Laura, her face to the window, as she listened to there conversation.

"John. I told you I'm not doing that." Laura gasped out and turned her head away.

"Well. You smell like it. Tell you what, if I catch you smoking I'll kick your ass straight to next Sunday. Plus, just think of what Mom will do when she finds out." He said and smirked.

Laura's mouth popped open and she stared, for a moment, speechless. She took a deep breath and then said, "You can't! You can't do that to me! Why is it so bad anyway? You smoke!"

John turned and narrowed his eyes, a peculiar, and oddly familiar to Rashel, smile flashing across his face. "Yea? I'm older then you. I'm allowed to make bad choices. Plus, I'll be moving into my own apartment in the next week."

"So! If it's bad for me it's bad for you!"

"I don't care." He grumbled.

"You do too. I'm your little sister, well... foster sister anyways." She argued

"Laura?"

"What?"

"Shut-Up."

Laura turned and glared out at the window, watching the little scenery they had. Underground.

Now this conversation told Rashel a lot. It told her, most importantly, the blonde, prissy girl sitting beside him was his foster sister. Not even related to him, but definitely not girlfriend material to him. It also told her that he smoked.

Her lips turned slightly down and she kept staring off into the glass, watching him from the reflection.

Apparently he could see her through the reflection too because the instant he turned his head, his eyes widened.

"Susan?" He called out, making Laura swivel her head around and stare at her.

"Who?" Rashel asked, then froze.

"Susan? The one in the coffee shop! Right? Or.." He trailed off and pursed his lips, not the least bit embarrassed, "Might've been somebody else." He said and turned back to Laura.

Rashel turned and leaned forward, "No. It's me. Actually my names Rashel." She said, scooting over so that she was standing next to him. So close that there sleeves brushed every time the train would jerk a certain way.

"So is Susan your middle name or something?" He asked, his eyes flashing.

"Oh. No. it's a.. umm.. nickname." She said, thinking on her feet.

"... Your friends call your Susan instead of Rashel." He stated, slowly.

"Yea. Crazy nicknames huh?" She said and laughed awkwardly, then looked away.

"Oh yea. My friends call me George for short all the time.." He said, teasing sarcasm layering his voice. Trying to lighten the mood.

"Well nice to meet you George." She said, smirking, "I'm sure Mary-Lynnette would find that amusing."

"Mary-Lynnette?" John asked his face getting slightly paler.

Rashel froze and felt the train lurch, coming to a stop at the next station. "Yea. This is my stop." She said and stepped back, "Here. This is my number." She said, scribbling something down on the back of his hand quickly, then she took off running down the plat form and was gone.

John leaned forward, "WAIT! Rashel? Mary-Lynnette Carter?" He called out, but all he seen was a flash of emerald green eyes, and she was completely gone. Lost in the crowd of bustling bodies.

John turned and pushed Laura back gently, "You stay. I need to go okay?" He said, and jumped off of the train, running through the crowd.

He ran all the way through half the town, following a trail of glimpes. Once green eyes again, looking back then nothing. He took a deep breath and pulled himself forward, and slammed his hand against the wall, "Fuck!" He screamed and sighed, turning back around, his chest heaving from the running.

Rashel's breathing was even as she turned the corner and walked into the mansion. Her feet made soft pat noises, walking acorss the linolium into the kitchen.

"You know. Generally when people try to sneak in, in the middle of the night, they are a bit more quieter." A soft, and gentle voice said.

Rashel turned toward the voice and looked at the man of the house himself. Mr. Thierry.

"I wasn't sneaking. I don't sneak. I creep." She said, her usual response to his teasing.

"Ah. Well. I can't argue with that one, dearest Rashel." He said and leaned back, a small frown on his face, "You look worried." He said, bluntly.

Rashel sat across from him, at the oak table. "May I ask you something? Something a bit personal?" She asked, putting her palms flat on the glossy surface.

"You may." Thierry said, lacing his fingers together in his lap.

"When you laid there, before Hannah came back, how did you know that there was a possibility that she was out there? What made you believe that she was real?" Rashel asked, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.

Thierry tilted his head to the side and sat up, "What got me to know, which is what I'm assuming you are asking, is that I knew that if my heart was still beating, then hers either was or would be very soon." He said.

Rashel closed her eyes and listened. Listened to the slow and thick glumping of the heart in her chest. She wondered if maybe Quinn's was thumping just the same. Because the man on the bus, the boy with with the dark hair and eyes such like Quinn. The boy who called himself John, was her Quinn.

"Yes. Yes, I know what you mean." She said and stood up, her hands clenched. She turned and walked away, her eyes wide.

"Your welcome Rashel Jordan." Thierry called out and she heard him chuckle, before she turned back to look at him he was gone.

Rashel stepped forward, toward the stairs and smiled. John Quinn would be back.

Thank you for reading again :D Next chapter is gonna be kinda exciting I think xD

~Kes :D