Here's chapter three. Does contain my views as a Christian! Just a fair warning.

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Every long lost dream led me to where you are

And others who broke my heart they were like northern stars

Pointing me on my way into your loving arms

This much I know it's true

That God blessed the broken road

That led me straight to you

-"Bless The Broken Road" by Rascal Flatts

Mollie was not a religious person. Her parents took her to church maybe once a month, twice if their schedule wasn't very busy. She'd read excerpts of the Bible, but she'd never read it all the way through. In fact, she wasn't entirely sure if she believed in God until Daniel came to town.

Mollie wondered why God would give them such great gifts and then take them away before they had a chance to truly do good things with them. After all, the window wasn't a big one, unless you were Rose or Georgie, who received powers at an earlier age. Most Supers were lucky to have five years with their powers; Mollie had only had three by the time Daniel came to town.

Mollie loved her powers, and she loved helping people. Her thirteenth birthday was a day she dreaded, and she wondered why God would give her a gift that was meant to help people and then take it away.

When Daniel came to town, she started to believe in God again.

Daniel was the kind of person that made you believe that things happen for a reason. He made you believe that Fate existed, that God existed. Mollie couldn't explain it, but she wasn't the only one that felt this way. Eric was a believer, but Daniel made him believe in himself and not someone he was supposed to model himself after (aka Johnny Noble). Rohan believed in duty, but Daniel made him believe that rules could be broken, that you didn't have to do your duty all the time. While doing your duty can be a good thing, it doesn't mean it's always the right thing to do (in the case of following The Rules). Louisa was a work in progress; she used to hate her powers with a passion, and while she didn't particularly like them now, she'd come a long way.

Daniel thought he was powerless, but he had one power that was so rare, Mollie didn't even know it existed until she met him.

Daniel made you believe again. Made you believe in yourself, in Fate, in God. Daniel gave you hope, and Mollie rarely saw someone who was able to do that so effectively.

Mollie listened to the soft footsteps on the tile floors of the hospital, the subtle beeps from machines, the nearly silent breathing of her companions in the waiting room.

Mollie brought her hands together and bowed her head. Then, she began to pray.

Dear Heavenly Father,

Please protect Daniel. I've always been told that you won't be called home until it's your time. I'm not You; I don't know what You know, but what I do know is that... looking at all these people around me- friends, family, even enemies- I don't believe that it's Daniel's time. We need him. Please God... please, Jesus... don't take him yet. I need him. We need him... now more than ever.

Thank you.

In Jesus's name,

Amen

Mollie raised her eyes to see Daniel's mother staring at her, and Mollie nodded at her. Mrs. Corrigan smiled back at her as she wiped the tears from her cheeks, and Mollie could see the gratitude in her eyes.

Mr. Corrigan followed his wife's gaze and whispered something in her ear. Mollie vaguely wondered what he said.

As though reading her mind, Rohan leaned over the arm of his chair and murmured, "He said Daniel has some amazing friends."

Mollie nodded, and she turned her head when Mrs. Corrigan sat beside her.

"I saw you praying for Daniel," she said. "He's lucky to have all of you as friends."

Mollie smiled. "Mrs. Corrigan... honestly, I think we're the lucky ones."

Mrs. Corrigan sniffled. "That means a lot. Before we moved here, Daniel had a great group of friends, and they had a fight right before we moved. Daniel moped around the house for days, and when we moved here, it only got worse. New town, new school, and he never did get to make up with his other friends. After he met you and Rohan, though... I started to see some of the old Daniel returning."

Mollie nodded, but she had one more question to ask.

"Mrs. Corrigan," Mollie said, "before they took Daniel to CAT Scan, he called Rohan Sammy. Who is Sammy?"

Mrs. Corrigan smiled. "He was one of Daniel's best friend in Philadelphia. Rohan and Sammy look nothing alike, but Sammy wore glasses a lot like Rohan's before he got contacts. In his confusion, Daniel must've mistaken Rohan for Sammy."

Mollie nodded.

"Mollie, do you know why Daniel was at the Old Quarry?" Mrs. Corrigan asked.

Mollie didn't want to lie to Mrs. Corrigan, but what could she say? Oh, Daniel was looking for some guy who's supposed to be dead, but he might not be because we saw some mini Shrouds attack us? She'd get locked up in a hospital if she told Mrs. Corrigan the truth.

"He was probably taking a short cut to Eric's. When the storm hit, Daniel must've been too far away from home to go back and too far away from Eric's to go forward. I think he was looking for shelter in the Quarry; there's tons of caves where he could've sat the storm out."

Mrs. Corrigan nodded. "How did you know he would be there?"

Mollie pursed her lips. "I don't know. I just... did."

Mrs. Corrigan smiled. "You know, I met Daniel's father in college. One day, he was hiking with his friends, and they got seperated. He fell off the edge of a cliff and fell onto a ledge about half a mile below the edge. I didn't even know he was going hiking. Somehow, I just... knew where he was. People called me crazy whenever I said that."

"When you know someone well enough..." Mollie trailed off.

"You always know when they're in danger," Mrs. Corrigan finished. "It's like a radar that points you in their direction. It's pretty amazing, if you ask me."

Mollie nodded. "Yeah...it really is."

"Mr. and Mrs. Corrigan?" A pretty, petite, black haired nurse called.

The parents rushed to stand, Mrs. Corrigan's hand raised. The nurse and the parents talked in hushed tones for a few moments before the nurse disappeared down the hall and the parents returned to the anxiously waiting group.

"Daniel's brain started bleeding," Mrs. Corrigan stated. "The good news is he will be okay. They caught it in time. The bad news is... they're not sure how it will affect Daniel in the long term. Memory, speaking, moving, breathing on his own... they're not sure how the bleed with affect any tasks his brain performs, simple or complex. We can see him now, but they urged us not to crowd him. Preferably two people, but no more than three at a time."

The parents went in first, and they returned half an hour later. Mollie expected one of the other Supers to go in, but Eric and Rohan urged her forward.

"Don't you want to see him?" She asked Eric.

Eric nodded. "Of course I do, but Daniel will want to see you more. He may not admit it to you, but... he really cares about you."

Mollie nodded before entering the hospital room.

Daniel looked way to small for the bed. At thirteen years old, Daniel was scrawny; he wasn't as short as Rohan, but he was actually lighter (Mollie remembered carrying him last years while flying. He was heavy, but Rohan was heavier). Mollie noted with concern that Daniel had gotten unbelievably skinny in the past few weeks. It looked like he'd dropped a third of his body weight, which, at ninety-eight pounds originally, he really couldn't afford to lose.

A tube ran down Daniel's throat, and it hummed with each breath Daniel took. The heart monitor beeped, softly.

"Hey, New Kid," Mollie murmured. "You're a real fighter. Surviving the original fall and now the aftermath? I wouldn't have been able to do that."

The unconscious boy (obviously) didn't respond.

"I miss you," she admitted. "It hasn't even been twenty four hours, and I miss seeing you... well, like you were. Unhurt. Daniel, don't give up on me. Promise me that, New Kid. Fight until you can't fight anymore. I know this sounds selfish, but... I need you."

Mollie felt tears fill her eyes, and she bent her head forward, the tears sliding off her cheeks and hitting the white floor below her.

"Don't leave me," she begged.

Maybe it was selfish. Daniel could possibly never walk properly or speak properly or even breathe on his own, and all Mollie could think about was how much she needed him. She didn't want him to die, even if living meant hospitals, medications, physical therapy, speech therapy, constant surveillance, constant oxygen needing to be supplied, maybe even a wheelchair. In Mollie's eyes, that really wasn't living.

Silence filled the room, and Mollie took Daniel's hand- the one that was bandaged but wasn't in a full cast. It felt oddly cold.

"You know what I just realized," Mollie muttered, and she wasn't sure who she meant to address- Daniel or herself. "I don't really know you as much as I thought I did. I know nothing about your life before Noble's Green. I don't even know your favorite color.

"You probably know everything about me," she added. "You're a detective. If you want answers, you go for them. I didn't really think about it until now. I thought I'd pick things up over the years; I never considered playing a game of Twenty Questions with you. It's amazing how much you wonder about a person when you're so close to losing them. I've never wanted to know someone's favorite food or favorite color or life story so badly. I guess it's because I might lose you, and then I'll never know."

"Favorite food, french fries. Favorite color, orange. Life story... well, that'll take a little longer."

Mollie glanced up at the sudden voice, and she came face to face with a lean, athletic girl.

The girl had sleek brown hair tied back in a pony tail. She had tan skin and was wearing a white tank top, a navy blue hoodie, and pink and green plaid pajama bottoms. Her eyes were brown, and she wore muddy running shoes that had seen better days.

"Who are you?" Mollie questioned.

"Alena Knight," she answered. "Daniel's friend from Philadelphia. You're Mollie, right?"

Mollie nodded. "How did you know?"

"You were mentioned in the comments section of the video. My friend Emmet found the video and recognized the boy as Daniel. We called Mrs. Corrigan and came as fast as we could, as you can see since I literally rolled out of bed."

"How many of there are you?" Mollie asked.

"Oh, um... let's see. There's Emmett, Emily, Lucy, Lilly, Brandon, Kyle, Erika, Sammy, and me."

Mollie blinked. "You all drove over an hour at four am? I thought you guys had a huge fight."

Alena nodded. "We did. Daniel moved before we could make up, but the doesn't mean we didn't want to. I tried calling him, but he never picked up. I don't think he was still mad; I think he was afraid I was still angry with him, so he avoided me at all costs. The minute we heard he was hurt, we dropped everything and got in Emmett's car. Wouldn't you have done the same?"

Mollie nodded. "Without a doubt."

"Did Daniel ever tell you about the time he lost his memory?" Alena asked, her eyes zeroing in on the bandages wrapped around his head.

Mollie shook her head. "No. When did that happen?"

"Daniel had turned eleven the week before. Sammy, Daniel, and I were climbing trees when the branch Daniel was sitting on broke. He plummeted almost two stories, hitting his head on several branches before hitting the ground back first. Considering how horrifying the event looked, Daniel was lucky. Concussion, amnesia, and a dislocated shoulder from when he hit the ground. We thought he'd be paralyzed from the fall he took, but he was lucky, and his memory returned in pieces over time. I think it fully returned three, maybe four months later. Daniel was always prone to head injuries for some reason. He's had at least a dozen concussions since I met him in first grade."

Mollie blinked. "Wow. So you and Daniel seem close. Did you two ever..."

"Date? We tried it when we were younger, but we were better off as friends. Daniel was never really good in the romance department. He was a great friend, but he was too awkward and self conscious with girlfriends. I was his first and his best relationship. Daniel went to a dance with another girl, who cheated on him a week later. He kind of avoided girlfriends and romance all together after that."

Alena smiled. "You know... before I came in here, I heard the short kid and the boy in the blue shirt talking about you. They kept saying how close you and Daniel are."

Mollie nodded. "He's my best friend."

"Do you want more than that?"

Mollie blinked. "I think so," she confessed, "but I doubt Daniel feels the same."

"He does. Daniel and Sammy were always... connected. We used to joke around, saying their souls were bonded. Last year, around October, Sammy looked up from his breakfast, said he fell in love, and went back to eating. A lot of people think it's weird when Sammy does that, but we've gotten used to it. He loves you, Mollie. It's a different kind of love than how he loved me or that girl from the dance. He truly loves you, Mollie."

Mollie turned from Alena to Daniel's pale face and finally spoke the words aloud for the first time.

"I love him, too."

That was chapter three. See you next time!