A/N: Due to a few requests, I have decided to write a full story and expand upon the one-shot that I originally wrote. This isn't really a proper fan theory, it's just loosely based on what I think could happen. I am new to writing stories, so please bear with me. I hope you enjoy this story and I'll try to update it regularly. Enjoy!

It was a week after all the drama happened. Max still couldn't get her head around the fact that Chloe was dead. The nightmares kept on coming. Even Warren couldn't stop them, although he tried his damned hardest. They were both lying in his bed, like most nights. Warren looked down at Max's sleeping face. Her hair was lightly brushing her cheeks, her usually worried face was relaxed and peaceful.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" Warren whispered. It hurt him so much to see Max in pain. He wished he had superpowers, maybe be a time-traveller, so he could reverse time, save Chloe and make Max happy. He often had the feeling that she didn't really care about him. Maybe she'd be happier with Chloe…

Warren felt Max begin to stir. He glanced down as she slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"Morning, Warren", Max said sleepily.

"Good morning", said Warren, giving Max a kiss on her forehead. "You didn't have any nightmares".

"Well, that's a change. I was actually dreaming of us".

"Really? What happened?"

"We were walking along the beach hand in hand", said Max. "We were both really happy, laughing all the time. I was laughing at your terrible science jokes".

"Hey!" interjected Warren. "They're not terrible".

"Of course not", said Max with a giggle. "It was like nothing happened. We didn't have a care in the world. All we wanted was to be with each other. We were even discussing our future".

"Like what?"

"College, jobs, having a family".

"Wow. All of that in one dream?" Warren smiled. Has she really been thinking of those things too? He was worried it was just him. He was always the type that was quite awkward and too forward. He knew it rubbed people up the wrong way, and he didn't want to annoy Max.

"We sat on the sand, watching the waves crash. It was getting cold and you lent me your jacket. Then you wrapped your arms around me. You said 'We can have any future you want'".

"Do you think about the future? In real life?" asked Warren.

"Yes, sometimes. But the pain of the past still haunts me. I can't think about the future until I've gotten over the past. That won't be easy", sighed Max.

"I understand. I wish there was something I could do to help", said Warren.

"There's nothing you can do. Listen, Warren, I think I'm going to go back to my dorm. I just think I need to be alone for a while. I'm sorry."

"No worries, Max. I'll be here if you need me".

Max got dressed and grabbed her bag. She noticed a photo on Warren's desk. It was the photo of them together at the "End of the World" party.

"Do you mind if I take this? Just for… prosperity?"

Warren laughed. He couldn't believe she still remembered what he said. He sounded like such a dork.

"Sure, go for it".

Max took the photo. She could feel it vibrating in her fingertips.

Maybe… Just maybe…

"I'll text you later, Warren. We could go to the Two Whales".

"Sure, Max. See you later".

Once Max was in her dorm room, she closed the door and sat down on her bed.

Life without Chloe sucked. She missed having her best friend. Someone to talk to, to laugh with. She missed the rebellious side of her that only Chloe seemed to draw out with all their crazy adventures together. She missed staying over and eating delicious pancakes in the morning made by Joyce. Joyce was really having a hard time not having Chloe around. Max had the feeling that Joyce thought it was all her fault because she dragged Chloe into the Blackwell drama. But Joyce still treated her with kindness and gave Max extra slices of bacon whenever she came to the Two Whales. At least David is there for her. Someone who can support her properly. But what if Chloe was still alive?

What if?

Max stared at the photo of her and Warren. She could go back, couldn't she? She could save Chloe and avoid getting caught by Mr. Jefferson. Maybe get the police involved. Clearly, going it alone didn't work out and led to Chloe's demise. She could get justice done and get her best friend back!

Max focused hard on the photo, feeling the vibrations get stronger and stronger. She could hear Warren: "I know. I know. I'm a pain in the booty", and Chloe: "We've got no time for this shit". The photo started to open up and next thing Max knew, she was stood next to a drunk Warren and a pissed off looking Chloe.

I did it! thought Max.

"Come on, Max", said Chloe, storming off.

"Chloe, wait! Come back!" cried Max.

"We need to find Nathan!" said Chloe, through gritted teeth.

"Just stay with me. I have an idea", said Max quietly, so that Warren wouldn't hear her. She didn't want him to be dragged into this.

"Sorry… I just wanted to feel like a normal student after this week's ultraviolence. I never hit anybody like that before… I was always the one getting my ass kicked," said Warren, sadly.

"Hey, we still need your expert help. If you see Nathan, text me immediately and do not let him see you."

"He won't", sighed Warren sadly. "I know how to be invisible around here."

"You're not invisible to me, Warren", said Max as she lent in and kissed him.

Warren's eyes widened as he pulled away in shock, but looking into Max's eyes, he saw that she was serious. It was as if that kiss completely sobered him up! He gave a smile that Max loved so much and he kissed her back.

"I'll text you soon", he said as he turned around and almost skipped back to his dorm room.

"Soo, Max. You wanted me to watch you and Warren get it on, huh? Why are you keeping me here anyway? Nathan is inside!" said Chloe impatiently.

"No, Chloe, he isn't. I used my powers to get back to this moment."

"How? Did you rewind?"

"Not exactly", sighed Max. "I found a way to travel through pictures. You saw that photo Warren took? I got hold of it and travelled back to this moment."

"Woah, that's hella crazy, Max! You mean you can just go back in time through a photo? You could go back to when we were kids!"

"Yeah, I guess…" Max couldn't tell Chloe now. Not when they had so much to do to stop Mr. Jefferson from drugging and killing them.

"But, yeah, we'll save that for another day. What happened in the future? Did you find Nathan?" asked Chloe, her face lighting up.

"No. I got into the party and he wasn't there. I warned Victoria about Nathan, but she hadn't seen him. Then, we decided to go to the dorms to find him. You got a text from "Nathan" saying he found Rachel's body and that would be the last time we'd ever see her. He was luring us to the junkyard. We drove there and ran to her, but I got drugged and you got shot in the head. I was lying on the ground and… and Mr. Jefferson was standing above me."

"Oh, shit! Is this for real, Max? Why would Jefferson do that?" said Chloe in shock.

"He took me to the Dark Room. It turns out he was the one taking photos of Rachel and Kate – using them to bring his sadistic visions to life: young, vulnerable, beautiful girls. He did that to me. He had me tied up and he was going to kill me, just like Rachel Amber, but then David burst in and beat up Jefferson and Warren saved me and got me out of there. I thought he was drunk, but he seemed surprisingly sober. Maybe the worry and danger of everything brought him to his senses…"

"Max, I'm so sorry you had to endure that. But we'll take him down. We'll take Jefferson AND Nathan down. We just need to time it right", said Chloe. The fire was returning to her eyes.

"No, Chloe. We need to bring the cops in here. I know you hate them, but we have solid proof! They can catch Jefferson, find Rachel's body and the Dark Room and you'll be saved! We can't lose on this. Chloe, you have to trust me. We can't do this on our own. I faced the consequences", cried Max.

"Okay, Max. I trust you. So how will we do this?"

"We need to do exactly what we did before we left the building. Then we should get the text from who I presume is Jefferson. Then we'll call the police from your truck and they should get to the junkyard after us and Jefferson."

"Sounds like a plan, I guess", said Chloe.

"Good. Let's go."