A/N Let me know what you think of the chapter. Also check out my other fanfic for The Bronze called 'Unbreakable' it's Lance Tucker/OC

Driving for days on end, the hours that had past made me feel safer; knowing that we were getting further away from my living hell. Sitting in the backseat, we had yet to reach any 'real' civilisation. Instead the soldier had remained on the more discrete back roads "We've been driving for a long time" started Helen from beside me, her gaze set on the man sitting in front of her "where will we be going now? Are you taking us home?"

"No" he said while changing the gear of the truck. His eyes set on the thin road ahead "it's the first place they'll look. If you want to live you'll stay away from there."

"If we can't go back to our homes, then where are we going?" asked Helen again. Listening to the tone of her voice, I could tell she was starting to panic. Just like mine, her family had been taken away and I doubt there was anywhere else she could seek shelter. Not in her condition.

"You're coming with me. You'll be safer that way. It's too dangerous to leave you alone" looking up into the rear view mirror, I caught the glimpse of his eyes. I know, I thought to myself. Slumping back into the seat, I looked down at my stomach.

Finding my voice, I spoke "…I want to find my family" I refused to believe this baby is the only thing I have left. That my family and home is gone. I made a promise to myself when I was in the facility. It was the only thing keeping me going. The hope of finding my family. Even if I couldn't join them afterwards, as long as I found them and knew they were safe; that's all that would matter to me "they were taken away after they came. I don't know where they've gone, but I have to find them-"

"No" said the soldier sternly "I'm not chasing after your family. If they were taken, then there long dead" feeling my heart clench with pain, I felt the familiar sting of my eyes as they began to water.

"Dead…" I whispered. Feeling Helen's pitiful gaze as she touched my shoulder, I instantly shrugged her off. How could he say that? My anger was starting to take over and I could feel it burn under my skin "there not dead" I hissed "there alive and I'm going to help me find them"

"You're not doing anything. Now sit down and be quiet" he ordered. Seething at the man as he sat so casually, I turned to Helen to see her curled into a ball; a look of sadness on her face. I couldn't believe it. She had just received the same news and me, and she wasn't going to say anything. She's just going to sit there and accept it. As if his words were solid proof.

Drowning in anger, I looked left and right. I'm not going to sit here as he takes me to wherever it is where going. If he's not going to help me, then I'll do it myself. This is my family. They're my blood. I can't sit back and do nothing. I'm not giving up, not now.

Reaching for the door handle beside me, I knew the truck was going rather fast; but if I managed to land on my side and roll, I should be fine. Opening the door, Helen had immediately jumped to grab me just as the soldier sternly ordered me to close it. Not taking the chance to second guess myself or for Helen to get a hold of me, I flung my body out of the vehicle.

Landing on the hard edge of the gravely road, my body rolled over into the thick grass. Wincing from the pain shooting up my spine and legs from the impact, I ignored it in order to get up. If I run now I have a chance. Hearing the screech of the breaks coming from the truck, I darted back into the thick woods.

Running, my legs went at a speed faster than ever before "Amelia!" called Helens voice, echoing through the thick woods "come back!" ignoring her plea, I continued to whip through the tree's; a branch scratching the side of my cheek. Turning, I tried to find some sort of direction instead of running aimlessly; but as I looked back, I collided into something solid.

Knocked breathless, I landed on my back. The rocks and stick pocking into my skin uncomfortably. Did I run into a tree? Not having a chance to gain composure, a large gloved hand had wrapped around my upper arm. Pulling me up, I looked up to see the soldier glaring down at me. How did he get ahead of me? "You could have hurt yourself" he scolded.

Upon realising it was the soldier and the fact that I had been caught, I tried to fight him off. Pushing and pulling, I twisted in his grip trying to get him to let go. But the more I moved, the tighter he would squeeze "Let go of me" I hissed at him "I'm not getting back in that truck. I'm going to find my family"

"I told you. They're gone" he replied. Pulling on my arm, he started to drag me toward the direction of the car with ease.

"You don't know that!" I said reaching over with my other hand to try and pry his fingers off one by one "You don't know anything" fidgeting, the soldier had stopped walking. I could tell I was starting to aggravate him as he glared.

Turning around, he bent down to talk "I know more than a brat like you…and if you run away now you'll either die, or they'll find you" he hissed. Bending down lower, he picked me up into his arms without my permission. Beginning to squirm as he held me tight, he continued "whether you like it or not, you and your friend are now my responsibility. Going to find your family is putting your life in unnecessary danger"

Looking up at him, I remembered what the men at the facility had told me about him "You're the soldier. Their asset…you can do things other people can't. I know because they told me, and I've see how easy it is for you to kill"

Looking straight ahead, he didn't look down to reply "…I can't protect you from everything" he said "…remember that when you try and run off again" looking away from him, I stared at the tree's as they passed by.

"…Why do you want to protect us?..." I asked curiously. Thinking back to when he had first helped us, he was reluctant to do so at first; even when he was trapped in restraints like an animal. Then afterwards when we had made it out, he decided to abandon us in the woods. It all became confusing, and it made me wonder what made him change his mind.

"Because you're young, and stupid" he said sounding blunt but true "…and you're carrying something that belong to me…" shifting me in his hold, the soldier didn't say another word as he continued to take me back to the truck.

Looking out the window of the car, I watched as the last light of the day disappeared into darkness before turning to look at Helen. Leaning with her head against the door, Helen's eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly agape as she let out light snores. Looking around, I crossed my arms as I felt uncomfortable in the chair. Even in the facility I hadn't been this confined to sitting and waiting with nothing to do. It was all starting to make me restless.

Grabbing the passenger seat, I used it as leverage to get up. Hooking my leg through the centre gap of the front seats. I wedged my way through in order to get into the passenger seat "What are you doing?" grumbled the soldier as he kept his eyes on the road.

"The back is too small. I need to stretch my legs, they're starting to fall asleep" I said while plopping myself down. Buckling the seat belt, I looked through the windscreen as the lights lit up the gravel pathway in front of us. Deep, thick woods both side and not a car in site "…can I ask you a question" I said after peeking back to check if Helen was still asleep.

"No"

"Please…" I said with a slight whine in my voice. Looking at the soldier, his fingers gripped the steering wheel tight "just one question. I promise" I said trying to get him to agree.

Hearing him sigh, he kept looking ahead "…what is it?"

"...Before this" I started, feeling the butterflies flutter in my stomach from nerves "…what was your life like?"

"You get to ask me one question, and this is what you choose. What was my life like?" Nodding my head, I turned to give him all of my attention as he snickered. This was the one question I desperately wanted to know "…my life…it was better" he answered.

Waiting, I continued to stare but no more words left his lips "Is that it?" I questioned confused. Surely it wasn't. It was so brief. I was expecting something – more.

"You asked and I answered" he replied as it were all so simple.

"That's not fair" I complained "that's…its' not an answer. How is better an answer?" staring at him I felt somewhat betrayed. Maybe that wasn't the word – disappointed "…will you please tell me more?...Details" I clarified.

"No…you don't need to know about my life. It has nothing to do with where, or who we are now" he said. Hearing him sound defensive, I sighed before leaning back into the passenger seat. Lolling my head to the side, I slouched down to get comfortable as I crossed my arms and lifted my legs up onto the seat "…you shouldn't sit like that" he said suddenly, making me turn to look at him and then back down at my legs.

"What's wrong with how I'm sitting?"

"It isn't good for the baby?" he replied. Still glancing down at my legs, I looked more toward my stomach as it bulged. How would he know what's good and what's not? He's a soldier. Not a nurse. Sighing, I couldn't talk. I didn't know anything about pregnancy other than the basic facts of course "don't slouch. Sit up straight" he ordered.

Doing what he says, I readjusted my position "Better?" I said turning to face him.

Looking over to me, he nodded "Yes. Better"

Watching as we drove down the path for hours on end, the soldier eventually pulled over to the side. Looking around, there was nothing anywhere near us. Why did we stop? "Stay here" he said before getting out of the truck. Hearing the slam of the door, I shivered from the night air that had slivered through. Where is he going I thought to myself? Watching him walk around the back of the truck. I watched him pick up a rather long and large gun before he went into the thick woods; the black of his uniform made it easy for him to blend in with the dark.

"Is everything alright?" muttered Helen as she woke up from the slam of the truck doors. Turning to face her in the front seat, I didn't know what to say.

"I'm not sure. He just told me to stay here. He's gone into the woods"

"The woods?" she said with a look of confusion. Glancing around, she tried to find him but he had long since disappeared "he isn't leaving us again, is he?" watching her as she became panicked, I held out my hands to calm her down.

"No" I said trying to sound sure of myself "he'll come back"

Watching her shiver, Helen rubbed her arms up and down trying to get warm "It's cold" she said as her teeth chattered. Indeed it was I thought as the windows of the car were layered with some cold frost.

Getting up from the passenger seat, I wedged my way into the backseat. Sitting down beside her, I grabbed the blanket from the back and wrapped it around us "Here" I said holding my arms out to her. Feeling her rap around my waist, the chatter of her teeth eventually stopped as she got warmer from our combined body heat. Peering out of the window, all there was to do now was wait for him to come back.