Update! And thank you for the beautiful reviews; you're too kind! But here it is Morganville… Bishop plus death equals more drama!

Shane's pov

How do you cope? Finally asleep in my arms, curled like a child; whimpering in her dreams. The fighter, the girl I love weakened through loss; this is Bishop's revenge- after last time.

I sit in Amelie's office just thinking. Unable to see the stars I see no hope. Claire's mother may never have agreed with me and Claire but well she was the person who made Claire who she is- and well I will miss her in a way I cannot explain, due to her hatred of me.

It only makes me think about losing my mum. I found her in the tub. Floating in water, reddened with her life blood. I don't remember the night well… I just remember the nothingness. We may have become separates after Alyssa's death but well she was still my mum, and her loss left a gaping hole in my chest- that will never heal.

I've been in Amelie's study for hour, upon arrival she just moved us. Instantly. The portals may not be safe but she used them… and here we are. Michael and Eve are asleep on the couch. Eve and Claire have been asleep for hours; Michael joined Eve after Amelie's last update. I still don't believe it. I don't get why he would do this? I've been sitting awake watching Claire breathe – one breath after another.

I can't tell her myself. I don't want her to wake. My eyes are reddened with unshed tears. I don't cry. I'm Shane Collins- what would my father say? - I don't feel pain; pain stops you, makes you fail. If I had not reacted to the pain Alyssa would still be here.

No Shane. If you hadn't reacted to pain, you wouldn't be here.

That little voice in the back of my head. It may speak the truth but my father's words still taint my thoughts of that night. I fell asleep. I pissed off Monica. I watched my house – and my sister- burn to the ground.

The door clicks open behind me, I don't move. I know if someone is to attack they are likely to attack. Amelie has given us protection beyond any other, if they have fought past an army – I am no saviour. So I sit, breathe in and out slowly; until I see the glimpse of Amelie's white gown flitting past me toward her throne.

"Can't sleep either?" I ask lazily. Claire wouldn't want me to ignore, and now she's our only hope.

Smiling discreetly, her dimples show. Small little pin pricks in her cheeks. "Mr Collins, you know not the stress I have, but you hold something in your arms you believe to be of greater magnitude- before you speak I do not disagree. But to answer your question, no I cannot sleep either."

I don't know exactly what to say. She's the founder and the ruler; sometimes I hate her but now she looks so young- not much older than Claire actually.

"What you going to do?" I ask the question more out of curtsey, if she does nothing we'll act. It's simple but looking into the founder's eye. I see a weariness that I haven't seen before, a fear of such more powerful than the cages in the square.

"Shane. Shane Collins. You have fought all your life yet now you sit and talk, talk with the woman you believe to have wronged you so many times. You trust me to act, what if I don't want to act? What if I'm scared to act?

Again her answer catches me off guard, she is powerful to us but now she is weakened by her father. "You will act. Amelie we can't let him win. To let him win is to give him the reins of Morganville. Claire's mum has been murdered and where is her father? I don't want her to wake and have to realise we have no idea where her daddy has gone. Amelie tell them to find him. Make them."

She looks around the room taking in the surroundings, she almost whispers to me. "Morganville was an experiment, my experiment and look what I've found?" She spreads her palms out so they pointing to the ceiling. "People who care. People who don't pass judgement, people who believe Morganville is a prison are wrong; do you know why Shane?" I shake my head, my hair falling to cover my face. "It's hope. Hope that we can be part of society." But despite her parade she still takes the tip of her finger to the intercom on her desktop; fingertip an inch from the button- a voice erupts from the speaker.

"Founder! Founder!" Then the smart, formal voice changes to the voice of anxious fear- Myrnin. "We have him Amelie, her father!" I sit up straighter in my chair. "Amelie it isn't good, Amelie we found him perched in their doorway- the same as her mother, note and all." I gasp. Not her dad too. Claire is her daddy's little princess, intelligent and always loving to prove how utterly amazing she is.

"Amelie?..." I question, looking down at Claire already suffering with mourn.

"Shane keep her safe, keep her calm." Amelie says but I feel Claire's eyes on me once again- large and brown filled with unshed tears.

"They've found dad like mum, haven't they?" She questions in a voice hysterical with emotion.

"Just like mum." I reply. A single tear rolls down her cheek, soaking into her collar.

"I'm not dreaming." I hear Claire breathe.

"Bishop… they are my mum and dad!" She screams into my chest and then reality hits her and she cries. Actually she doesn't just cry, she sobs. Wails her mourn.

He's hurt us. Eve is crying. Michael is sullen. And well he's made the biggest mistake. He can't hurt us anymore. We're coming after him and whether with an army or not; we are going to kill him- make him pay! We're ready.

I know there has been a couple of deaths in the last two chapter but I hope you aren't bored of the storyline; its making way for something a little more dramatic and also allows for me to really create a story that is worth reading. But please give your opinion, I take every piece of advice and any ideas you have- don't be shy!