CHAPTER 2

[Elizabeth's POV]

Months had passed since Elizabeth arrived in the coastal police state that was ruled by this universe's comstock. Though efforts were made, the rebellion was not making a whole lot of progress as of yet. However, Elizabeth was peeking from universe to universe, looking at possible outcomes, possible actions to take. As far as she'd seen so far, the rebellion's odds didn't look too good, as most of the possible outcomes where they were victorious involved the death of either herself or Eleanor.

Eleanor. The younger girl had become her best friend in this world over the course of the last few weeks. But sometimes Elizabeth wondered if friendship was all she wanted from Eleanor. Elizabeth had never really thought about her sexuality, as going 18 years without any human contact not only made her oblivious to her leanings, but oblivious to how humans really behaved outside of books. And even once she escaped her tower, she was always in the midst of so much action that she couldn't even talk to other people. And yet here was this beautiful girl, making Elizabeth confused about everything she felt.

Pushing the thoughts from her mind, Elizabeth kept walking walking. She was headed to the next rebellion gathering, and was ashamed of still not being able to bring anything useful to the table. The men and women at these gatherings were all experienced fighters, many having served in World War 2. Yet still, most of these people were not the best strategists, leaving the intellectual parts of warfare to Eleanor, who with years of study and the memories of her father, knew all she needed to know on strategy.

WIth nothing to add to the conversations going on across the map table, Elizabeth just stared into space, lost in her thoughts. And then the wall of the room exploded.

[Eleanor's POV]

The back wall of the meeting room exploded in flames, instantly causing the wood structuring inside of the building to catch fire. She froze in place, watching as the military police began to march into the burning room. Suddenly, she felt a hand grab her wrist and pull her out of the burning room and into the streets. Snapping out of her stunned feeling, she turned to realize it was Elizabeth pulling her into the streets. Shaking her hand out of Elizabeth's grasp, she grabbed the older girl around the stomach and used the eve her body produced to teleport the two of them away from harm.

Eleanor quickly scanned the room they had been transported to for signs of people. Finding none, she let go of Elizabeth, and looked out the window. They were on the third floor of a hotel, safe from the brutal cops who had no clue of Eleanor's power. But what she couldn't quite understand was how they'd found them. Was there a rat in the rebellion? If so, why?

Her musings were cut short by Elizabeth flopping down on the bed in the room. "That was a nice trick," she said to Eleanor, "are we safe up here?"

"I believe so. No one could have possibly seen us teleport with all that smoke in the air. And even if they had, it doesn't leave a trail. So yes, I believe we are safe for the time being."

"Well, then maybe we should spend the night here as long as we're safe," Elizabeth offered.

"This is a hotel, Elizabeth. What if someone buys a room and they get this one while we're still in here? What about searching for survivors from that explosion?"

"Eleanor, I saw that explosion. No one made it out of there. You saw that police force. They were all shotguns and smgs. Believe me, no one made it out of there. As for the other problem, we could pay for a few nights in the room. Or we could just lock the deadbolt."

FInally seeing the beginning of a sunset outside the window, Eleanor turned and replied, "Fine, we can stay here for a night, but then we're searching for survivors."

Eleanor proceeded to the door, where she put on the door latch, stopping anyone and everyone without a weapon from being able to enter the room. Turning back around to face the room, she realized that the room only had one bed. Maybe this was her chance to make a move on Elizabeth. Though she hated to admit it, even to herself, Eleanor found Elizabeth very alluring, the thought of the girl made her stomach turn with nervousness towards the idea of a relationship.

[Elizabeth's POV]

Elizabeth had made up her mind. She wanted Eleanor. There was something about the girl that Elizabeth just couldn't figure out, something that gave her a butterfly feeling in her stomach, made her want to love her, want to hug her, want to smother her in kisses. And now, alone in a hotel room with Eleanor, she had the perfect opportunity to make her move.

"Um, Elizabeth, there's only one bed in this room," Eleanor called out, pulling Elizabeth out of her thoughts.

"Oh. Well I'd imagine that you wouldn't want to share it," Elizabeth replied with a joking smirk.

Suddenly blushing furiously, Eleanor replied, "I suppose that I could sleep on the floor?"

"Are you sure? Because there's plenty of room," Elizabeth said, patting the bed she was still laying on.

Eleanor's cheeks were so red that Elizabeth thought they might burst into flames. Elizabeth realized that at this rate, her flirting would get her nowhere with how fucking dense Eleanor was to the subject. Time for a new approach.

Flirty smile falling off of her face, Elizabeth sat up and told Eleanor of her research into other universes in order to find a solution for the rebellion.

"Eleanor, I saw a large number of universes where we would win the fight against Comstock, but many ended up with you dying, and well I couldn't live with that. I couldn't live with that because well, I think I love you."

[Eleanor's POV]

I love you. The phrase rang out in Eleanor's head for a long time. This time was filled with a deafening silence. This was everything that she wanted at the moment. At that moment all she wanted was Elizabeth, Elizabeth and that otherwise empty hotel room.

"Eleanor, are uh, are you okay?" Elizabeth asked her, sitting up on the bed, voice audibly nervous and embarrassed.

Instead of responding, Eleanor launched herself towards Elizabeth, landing right on top of her and knocking her over onto the bed. Eleanor wrapped her hands around Elizabeth's hips and kissed her on the lips.

"Does this answer your question?" Eleanor asked.

Elizabeth replied with leaning up and kissing the younger girl hungrily, yet passionately. To two lay there for several minutes just kissing and hugging each other, making up for every bottled up emotion they'd had. Elizabeth's lips were warm and soft, and Eleanor felt she could spend the rest her life in her loving arms. But for now, sleeping in them for a few hours would suffice. And on that bed, the two girls fell asleep in each others arms.

END OF CHAPTER 2