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22

"You should just kill me now, so I don't hurt anyone." Zach said.

"I agree." Sarge raised his gun once again.

"Hey!" Dave hollered making his way towards Sarge. "You point a gun at my brother one more time, I swear to God, you'll be dead before you hit the ground."

"Are you threatening me?" Sarge asked growing rather angry.

"What do you think?"

"I would watch what you say around me," Sarge said moving in closer.

Dave only stepped forward.

"Why's that?"

Out of nowhere Sarge punched Dave in the face sending him backwards and against a metal cabinet. Dave's head started to bleed. I rushed to his side and before I could yell at Sarge for being a jackass, Dave got back up and punched Sarge back. As he fell to the ground Dave climbed on top of him and began punching him repeatedly.

I dragged him off with Duane's help and walked him back where Zach was standing.

"Just relax for two seconds," I advised.

Dave only shook his head and pulled out his car keys throwing them at Sarge.

"Take my car, and all four of you get the hell out of here."

"Let me test his blood," Pam said. "Just in case we're wrong."

"You'll only be wasting your time." Dave said hopelessly.

"But I—"

"It's alright." Zach said. "I'll do it. I did a bit of medicine. I think I can manage."

"Let me at least get it started." She said. "It might take a few hours."

She walked out to get a few supplies and came back to begin extracting some of Zach's blood. Once she was finished, Dave turned to me.

"Show 'em where the car is." He said.

"I'll be back in five minutes," I assured him as I walked towards the door.

"Cru," Dave said making me turn around. "Don't come back in five minutes."

"Alright," I said. "Three minutes then. I'll try my best."

"Cru," Dave stopped me once again.

"You're wasting time." I said growing frustrated.

"Don't come back at all."

"You're kidding right?"

"I need you to go to Bobby—"

"I'm not going anywhere!" I cried. "The only reason I'm here is to help you two."

"So do that," Dave told me remaining calm. "Go to Bobby, tell him our situation, so he can come back here and get me."

"You should really go." Zach told me.

"No!" I yelled rather childishly. "I'm not leaving. Bobby said he was going to send help anyway, so why can't we just wait until then?"

"Right now is not the time to be playing a hero, Cru!"

"You think this is because I want to be a hero?" I asked slightly offended.

"Whatever," Dave said. "Just please do me this favor."

I folded my arms.

"Unfortunately I'm not here to do you any favors. I'm here to do what I think is best for you."

I stood there until the other three left the building. I walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me and noticed it was already getting dark outside. I sank down and folded my legs leaning my head back on the wall.

Whenever things seemed to be falling apart Dave was always eager to get me out of the away, as if I was the very force driving all the destruction. Although I could hear concern in his voice, and knew that he was for the most part only trying to protect me, a small part of me couldn't help but feel that he believed I wasn't capable of helping.

While a few hours had passed I walked around the clinic and broke a vending machine or two for some snacks, and was growing more and more frustrated as I was dwelling on the situation. It was kind of unfair how everything was turning out. Zach couldn't die. He was Zach Savage. He had to stay for at least another two seasons.

And Dave said that we wouldn't need help.

I was wondering about Bobby's help and when it would be coming by when I remembered something. I had seen all of this in an episode before—including Zach getting infected.

I rushed to the exam room where the brothers were and went inside to see Zach sitting down on the clinic bed opposite of Dave who was standing. They turned around startled by my entrance.

"I remember this." I said. "All of it."

"Yea, well, no offense but it's a little late for that." Dave said.

"No," I said. "I remember this happening to Zach."

"So?"

"So there were about two dozen other episodes that came after this! All with Zach." I explained.

Zach stood up and the brothers looked at each other before turning to me.

"What are you saying?" Zach asked.

"I'm saying you live."

"Are you sure?" Dave asked.

"Yes of course I'm sure!"

He only looked at me skeptically.

"I'm going to go check the blood." Zach said getting up.

Dave stood there silently for a moment after Zach left, looking as though he was deep in thought.

"I should probably go with him incase he hulks out or somethin'." He said leaving me in the room.

I sighed at the lack of faith they had in me. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe they were just making sure I wasn't remembering things wrong, even though I knew for a fact that I wasn't because this had happened before, and Zach stayed around for quite some time. But whatever, I guess.

"Nothing yet," Zach said walking in with Dave following after. "But we don't want to jump to any conclusions."

"So we're just gonna stand around and wait until Bobby's so-called help comes, and hope that within that time Zachie doesn't try killing anyone." Dave said putting on somewhat of an optimistic voice.

He kept squeezing along his right bicep trying to soothe some pain that most likely formed due to the fact that Sarge had shoved him quite forcefully against that metal cabinet.

"In the meantime, I'm going to stay with the blood." Zach said already making his way out the door. "Dave?"

"Yep." Dave replied naturally, turning around and following his brother.

"Wait." I said stopping them. "Dave your arm is clearly bothering you, not to mention the blood on the side of your head."

He touched it and made a face as though he didn't realize it was there to begin with.

"Zach can look at the blood by himself. " I assured him.

Dave turned to Zach who just shrugged.

"Hey the only reason you're supervising is because you want to." Zach pointed out.

"Alright fine," Dave said rolling his eyes. He took off his jacket as Zach left the room and plopped himself on the clinic bed.

His short-sleeved T-shirt revealed seriously cut and bruised skin on the back of his arm. One look and I pulled out the rubbing alcohol and a few bandages as well as some painkillers. I set them down beside him and took off my leather jacket whilst hunting for some towels.

I turned around to see Dave grimace at his ridiculously large bruise. He rolled up the sleeve and began unscrewing the cap of the rubbing alcohol, carelessly pouring it on his fingers and roughly patting it on the gash made by the cabinet. He winced each time he pressed the alcohol on his arm, but it didn't encourage him to be more cautious.

I made my way up to him wiping off the blood that managed to spread on his fingers with one of the towels I found. With the other, I flipped the alcohol upside down, soaking a large portion of it.

"Hold this." I said to Dave who took the cloth. I quickly tied my black and white strands out of the way, and grabbed the towel.

I made sure to be a little gentle with the alcohol against his skin, lightly dabbing it against the wound just to clean it. Once the blood was gone, I grabbed the bandages, trying to figure out how I was going to make this work. The cut was vertical stopping only an inch or two above his elbow, so it required a quite a bit of bandage. I was so absent-minded; I had forgotten to get any scissors or tape.

I walked over to a few drawers until I found scissors and returned to my little worktable and began wrapping the bandage around the arm until it completely masked the cut.

"Why did you want to stay so bad?" Dave asked almost alarming me.

I had been focused so intently on his cut, and with him staying surprising still I, oddly enough, had forgotten about his very presence.

"I'm sorry?" I asked not quite hearing the question the first time.

"If you weren't trying to be heroic, then why were you so eager to stay?" Dave elaborated.

"Oh," I said scowling. I cut the bandage and tied it up. "I dunno." I said shrugging.

"Yea right." Dave said raising his eyebrows.

I just looked at him for a bit before returning to the rubbing alcohol. I soaked a different section of the towel, and gently touched it against Dave's head. He winced and immediately retracted.

"Sorry," he muttered returning. "So you were saying?"

"I wasn't saying anything." I replied, trying to be even gentler with the towel.

"Come on, Cru," Dave urged. "I mean, I'm not in any particular mood for girl-talk myself, but you sounded like you had a pretty good reason for wanting to stay." He looked a little amused at the fact that I was so reluctant to say anything. "Let's hear it."

I stopped what I was doing and sighed in resignation.

"Having to kill the one person you spent your whole life trying to protect is bad enough." I said. Dave only looked down, his face slightly dropping the amusement it was carrying earlier. "The thought of you having to do it all by yourself was kind of depressing. I didn't want you to be alone. So I stayed."

I continued with wiping the blood off of his head, and I could feel him just staring at me.

"I'm sorry I keep lettin' you down Cru." He said. I stopped again and scowled.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, that even after all this time I still treat you the way I do sometimes."

"And how do you treat me?"

"You know," Dave said. "Like you're a kid. Like you don't really know what you're talking about. Like you can't be trusted." He stopped. "And sometimes, I treat you like we don't even need you."

I smiled looking down at my hands to avoid eye contact. It was weird hearing Dave actually admit it.

"I don't think you do need me." I said thinking about every single season that existed before my arrival.

"You're wrong." Dave said taking the towel from my hands and setting it beside him. He took my hands in his, and as I tried taking them back, he wouldn't let me.

The room, all of a sudden, got about a hundred degrees hotter.

"I don't think you realize how better Zach and I are now that you're back." Dave told me. "I don't know why in the world you think otherwise, but we really need you around for situations like this one." He paused and stroked my hand with his thumb. "I really need you around."

"Dave."

Suddenly, as I looked up, Dave's face had become uncomfortably close to mine, so much so that our noses were almost brushing. Oh God.

And then he leaned in.

I'm pretty sure I blacked out or something because all of a sudden Dave was standing up, holding me close by my waist, and we were kissing. I opened my eyes, and wanted to die because he was actually as good a kisser as 14 year-old me imagined him to be, which made it a little difficult to pull away. But I did.

"I can't." I said.

In that moment I heard about a million fan-girls screaming at the television screen using an array of colourful words to describe me, for either one of two reasons:

1) Refusing to continue making out with Dave Savage therefore potentially breaking his poor little heart.

Or

2) Letting him kiss me in the first place ("you dirty slut you!").

Dave, however, didn't look offended; rather, a look of bemusement occupied his face.

"Why not?" He wondered.

"This is kind of weird for me." I said. He only grew more confused.

"What do you mean?" He asked. "I thought when you got here you had an unhealthy crush on me. You know, the whole 'I want Dave Savage's children' fiasco."

I flushed.

"Yea see," I said hastily. "But I was 18 then,"

"Right…"

"Right. So after we spent more time together I think things kind of change on the whole… wanting your children front."

Dave scowled.

"Okay, but you were 18 then." Dave said.

"Yea, well that's my point." I reiterated.

"But my point is that you were still 18 when you left," He said. "Which means things were a little different between us."

"I mean I guess so…." I said somewhat understanding what he meant.

He leaned in and lightly kissed my lips.

"You'll come around," He promised, pulling away slightly.

A knock startled us, and we sprang away from each other as though there was some sort of fire spreading on the other's skin.

"Uh guys?" Zach said entering. "I think Bobby's help is here."

"Do you know who it is?" Dave asked putting his jacket back on. Zach only shook his head. "How's the blood?"

"Still nothing." Zach replied.

"That's good." I said with a faint smile. I reached for my jacket too, and began packing all the medical supplies I had taken out while Zach and Dave checked to see who it was.

I heard a few voices and walked back out, figuring that this help was someone they were familiar with. I shut the door behind me, and saw the brothers' backs facing me as they talked to this fellow hunter.

"We kind of need to talk to you about something…" Dave said.

As soon as I approached I knew what he had meant, because, as soon as I approached Rufus was pointing a gun at me. I rolled my eyes and embarrassingly put my hands up.

"I'm human." I said.

"Rufus," Dave said. "She's with us."

"She's a demon." Rufus said. "I killed her with my demon knife!"

"Yea a knife." I pointed out. "I don't know if you noticed but those have a tendency to kill normal people too, if you use it for, oh I don't know, slitting their throats."

"How did you get back here?" Rufus demanded to know, still pointing the gun in my face.

"It's kind of a long story," I answered. "By the way, you need to sharpen said knife because that really hurt."

Rufus lowered the gun.

"Can't." He said bitterly. "It disappeared the next day. Imagine that."

"Well it wasn't me." I said. "I was a whole universe away."

"What are you talking about?" Rufus wanted to know.

"It's like she said," Dave intervened. "It's a long story. You're just gonna have to trust us. She's no harm at all, and if anything she's pretty helpful."

"I don't have a big rep for trusting people." Rufus replied scratching at his thick black beard. "But I'll change my ways just this time."

"Thanks," Zach said. "We really appreciate it."

"Yea, yea." Rufus said plopping himself down on one of the chairs. "Say, did you ever find that Tanner Jacobs fellow?"

"I asked this guy named Sarge about him earlier." Dave said. "He told me that the guy died trying to get out of here."

"Oh boy…" Rufus mumbled. "And what about that car of yours?"

"We had to let her go with some people so they could get out of town." Dave replied.

"Hate to disappoint you, kid," Rufus said. "But one of them wasn't a person."

"What do you mean?" Zach wondered.

"I mean one of them was a demon." Rufus replied.

How did that happen?

"What?" Dave asked. "How do you know?"

"I got a pretty good idea of what a demonic virus is, Dave." Rufus told him. "And the one thing you got to know about a demonic virus is that most likely a demon's the one that's responsible for spreading it." He got up and roamed around a little with us following. "I spotted your car on the way here. Beautiful little thing she is."

"Thank you," Dave said smiling cheerily.

"No problem. There was blood all over the interior." Rufus stopped in the exam room that we had been in earlier, and turned on the lights. "Seems the demon killed everyone else in the car and maybe used it for some sort of calling ritual."

"Son of a bitch." Dave growled.

"None of you got infected right?" Rufus asked looking at the towels I had forgotten to dispose of.

"No, Cru was just bandaging me up after I got into a fight with that guy Sarge. He was a real jackass." Dave explained. "I bet it was him who was the demon." He muttered.

I pushed my sleeves up and went over to the towels to get rid of them. Just as I was going to take them away, Rufus gripped my arm so tightly I was starting to lose the circulation in my hand.

"Ow!" I cried.

"Rufus," Zach tried stopping him.

Rufus turned my hand over to reveal a small cut I had that had dried blood smeared around it. He turned me around by it, and pulled it towards the brothers to show them.

"You were saying?" Rufus asked.

I tried wrenching my arm out of his hand but his grip was unbelievably tight. I had to use my other arm to get hold of my left hand.

"I didn't get infected!" I cried rubbing my Indian burned arm.

"There is dried blood around your wound." Rufus pointed out. "How can you be certain that someone hasn't mixed their blood with yours?"

"Because I am!" I yelled.

"Or maybe, you've already turned, and you're just tricking us all like the rest of the infected do."

"I am not." I snapped. "You're just a crazy person looking for excuses to get rid of me."

There was a bit of a silence and I looked to the brothers to get some sort of support.

"Maybe we should test the blood." Dave said.

"Right," Zach said. "Just to be safe."

I took a step back from all three of them. I wasn't expecting that from either one of the brothers.

"I haven't been infected!" I yelled. I couldn't believe this. "If I had don't think you would've noticed?"

"That's the thing with viruses like this." Rufus said. "They make the infected appear normal, when at any moment they can become extremely violent."

"You're not helping, Rufus." Dave said.

"You should just let us test your blood." Zach advised turning to me. "We just want to be safe just so that we know we can trust you."

I took another step back as they all took a step closer.

"I thought you were supposed to already trust me." I said softly.

"We do," Dave insisted. "We just need to make sure you're really one of us."

I looked at Dave almost glaring with hatred for the fact that only moments earlier he was assuring me how he was sorry for all the times he distrusted me, promising it wouldn't happen again and here he was now, doing the very thing he swore not to. I had never been so angry with someone in my whole life.

"I am one of you!" I cried.

"We don't know that." Dave replied.

When he tried approaching me, I instinctively clenched my fist and swung at him, but he ducked just in time.

"Violent behavior." Rufus said.

"Cru, you were carrying Mrs. Rhodes while she was bleeding." Dave said inching towards me. "We're just trying to be safe." He paused and then with his hand grabbed my wrist and twisted it behind me. "Sorry," He muttered as I cried out in pain.

Zach was in front of me approaching me with some sort of blood extracting device, so I kicked him, and simultaneously elbowed Dave in the gut. I turned to face him, and kneed him in the stomach and as he hunched over I used my elbow to slam his face against my kneecap.

I turned to the side and used my free leg to kick Zach again. He was a bit bigger so I had to be quick. I dodged every attempt he made at me, and even got one in myself. Dave stood up only to be punched again, until Zach grabbed both my arms and twisted them around making it impossible to elbow him.

Instead, I stepped on Zach's foot, and once he lost balance, I swiped my leg underneath and he fell to the ground.

Dave stood up but I didn't do anything because he didn't seem to be trying to attack me. He just looked extremely worried, as he wiped blood off his face.

"I'm real sorry Cru." He said.

The next thing I felt was the all too familiar end of a gun smacked against the back of my head.