Resurfacing

By: Lizzybell

Rating: PG-13 ///// Category: M/L, future fic, post Destiny (kinda)

Disclaimer: I don't own them, just going to borrow them for a little while, I promise to return them when I'm done.

Distribution: Just here for now please.

Feedback: Yes please, but be constructive, I bruise easily.

Prologue / 1 / 2 / TBC...

Prologue

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10 years ago...

Max surfaced in the chill water coughing as he tried to stay above the water in his weakened condition. The water was moving much faster than it looked, the undercurrent was quick and grabbed at his heavy, shoe laden feet. While his advance biology was healing his body fast, there were still drugs in his system and he was exhausted both mentally and physically from his ordeal at the hands of Special Agent Pierce. He'd held his breath for as long as possible letting the current drag him along, knowing the longer they stayed under the harder it would be for their pursuers to track them.

Taking in another choked breath and nearly avoiding the bolder in his path, he finally realized he no longer had hold of Liz's hand. Adrenaline suddenly flooding his system, his senses went on full alert as he franticly scanned the dark rushing water for any sign of her. Quickly deciding between her life and his he called out to her.

"LIZ! LIIIIZZ!" He yelled at the top of his voice trying to be heard of the rushing water and the barking dogs in the distance. There was no answer. He tried to turn around to see if she was behind him but the river was becoming too quick. It pulled him along deeper into the ravine, the water turning choppy, crashing into the rocks and making a roaring sound that filed his ears like a fright train.

"Liz! Answer me! Where are you ?!" The current was becoming so strong he was struggling to keep his head above the water. His increasing panic didn't help matters and every time he opened his mouth to yell for her it filled with the cold water, leaving him choking and gasping.

"LIZ!" *cough* *cough* "LIZ! PLEASE! Answer me!" *cough* He sputtered and chocked as another cold gulp of murky water shove its way down his throat. His arms and legs were feeling rubbery and increasingly tired as he struggled against the rapids.

"Auughh!" He screamed in frustration and exhaustion, the sound echoing off the ravine's walls. Still there was no answer but the rushing sound of the current and his own haggard breathing. Using his arms to push himself up above the water a little more, he was distracted when a monstrous cracking sound exploded somewhere in front of him. His eyes widened as he was pushed farther towards what was left of the giant tree that had jest been pulverized by the mine field of jagged rocks directly in his path.

Max had barely a second to struggle against the rapids before he began to feel sharp rocks both under and above the surface begin to collide with his already battered body. He grabbed blindly for something to hold on to but all the rocks and branches were too slippery from the water and algae. The river swirled around him, disorienting him until he didn't know which way was the shore or back to the middle of the water. Bigger rocks and boulders came up at Max, he dodged them as best he could with the waves splashing his face and his limbs feeling like dead weight.

He gasped as he was thrown up onto a rock with near deadly force and pulled back under the water. His vision blurred as he choked and tried to block out the pain in his left hip and temple. Seeing in double what lay before him, he fleetingly thought of Liz and how he was failing her before his world went black.

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"Oh my God! There he is!" Max heard voices in the distance and felt the vibrations of shaking earth against his cheek. Groaning he blinked once, wincing at the throbbing in his head and the light filtering through the trees. Slowly he became aware of how wet his clothes were and at what an awkward angle he was positioned. Moaning again he rolled off the arm that was pinned under his back and brought the numb hand up to his head.

"Max! Oh thank God! Max!" Isabel threw herself at her brother's prone form.

"Isabel, hold on. Let us see how bad he is ok?" Alex held her back firmly, not know how badly Max was hurt.

"Maxwell? Can you hear me?" Michael leaned down next to him, inspecting the large gash on his head.

While everyone else was tending to the barely conscious Max, Maria continued to franticly search the river's shore looking for any sign of her still missing best friend. When they met at the mill earlier that night, they waited on pins and needles for Max and Liz to show up in the Jetta. Valenti had to be told the truth in the mean time and he had taken it rather well all things considered. He had gone outside around 2 am to get some air while the others talked about going after their missing friends.

Outside, the sheriff had turned on his scanner and that was when he heard Pierce's voice reporting to Hanson that two teenagers had jumped off the bridge on 285 in some kind of Romeo and Juliet pact. He didn't listen to anymore. The group had spent every second since franticly searching the river's edge for any signs of life.

It was now almost 9 am and they were about 40 miles from the state line. Climbing up on a rock to see better, Maria surveyed the clearing where they found Max with a growing sense of dread. Nothing. No foot prints or articles of clothing or even blood. There was nothing to indicate Liz had ever been here. Biting back her building panic, she climbed down and made her way back to her group. Max was sitting up now, he stared dazedly out at the water while Isabel fussed over him.

"Max?" Maria began apprehensively when she stood in front of him. His nearly hollow, clouded eyes raised to hers.

"Max, what happened to Liz?"

Prologue / 1 / 2 / TBC...

Chapter 1

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Present Day, 2010

"Bye Barbara," Max waved at the receptionist behind the admitting desk.

"Bye Dr. Evans," she called back cheerfully. "Have a good vacation, without me." The latter part was sighed under her breath.

This was the first tine Max had taken any length of time off other than his mandatory days off through the ER rotation, since he was in high school. He was the youngest doctor ever at New Mexico General, he finished under grad and med. school in six years instead of the usual eight. He was just beginning his third year on staff there, his specialty was emergency medicine.

When he decided to become a doctor he had thought about surgery but had ultimately decided on emergency for several reasons. It was the easiest and most helpful place to use his gifts to heal people with out detection. He could slow bleeding or quickly lessen a brain injury without anyone knowing. Though he would deny it, he liked the controlled chaos the ER offered. He was in complete control of the situation around him and that made him feel safe. Finally, the hectic, non stop pace of life in the ER left him little time for an outside life, or outside thoughts for that matter. He took his days off to see his parents and his friends but other than that there was not much life had to offer that Dr. Max Evans wanted to be a part of.

He had an excellent reputation with the patients and the staff. All his patients sung his praises, saying he was gentle and kind and always took the time to explain things and make sure you were as comfortable as possible. The other doctors respected, admired, and even envied his seemingly flawless ability to practice in one of the toughest fields of medicine today. The nurses adored him, both as a doctor and as a specimen himself. His first year there he was propositioned more times than even Betty, the ER gossip, could count. He turned down every single one with a smile.

He had been considered the most eligible but illusive bachelor for almost a year and had a heavy price on his head when a new nurse transferred in who'd had the privilege of knowing Dr. Evans before he was one. Rebecca Schaffer had been in Max's class at West Roswell High and over lunch one day had recounted Dr. Evans entire tragic tale to Betty and several other nurses.

When they were 16 he had been madly in love with a girl, Liz Parker was her name. They dated on and off for six months until that spring when for some reason they finally got together. They were instantly the couple of the sophomore class, Max had always been the shy hottie that every girl secretly lusted after and Liz was the all american girl next door that all they guys wanted hanging on their arm. She had even dumped the captain of the football team for him. There was something between Max and Liz that no one could deny though, and it wasn't just that they were obscenely pretty people. They had that certain spark together, that thing that let other people know they were really happy and truly in love and you couldn't help but smile when you passed them.

Towards the end of the school year they started having problems. There was a new girl who had her sights set on Max and was willing to back over anyone who was in her way. Rebecca didn't know all the details but there were rumors that Max blew her off repeatedly but Liz caught them making out one night in front of her house. Whether that was true or not, Liz and Max seemed to be trying to work things out.

Then at the end of May, the unthinkable happened. Max and Liz had been out on a drive in the desert one night after going to a carnival with their friends. Somehow their car, which had been borrowed from a friend, had been reported stolen. There was an escaped convict from a near by prison out in supposedly the same area, but Max hadn't known that. They were driving along when suddenly they're being chased and shot at by the FBI. Max had no choice but to try to out run them, positive they would kill them if he stopped. When he lost control of the car they ran, but the feds eventually caught up to them and cornered them on a bridge.

Max and his girlfriend didn't have a choice, they were getting ready to shoot them, thinking he had kidnapped Liz. The two of them jumped off the bridge hand in hand. They found Max pretty banged up about sixty miles down river but they never found Liz. He was devastated. There was a huge trial, the agent in charge had tried to cover it up by saying they had made a lovers pact to jump because her parents didn't approve of him. Max testified against the entire team and they were all sentenced on numinous charges including the murder of Liz Parker. The agent in charge, Pierce killed himself before the sentencing hearing.

As far as she knew Max had spent every free moment in high school looking for Liz, even after she was declared dead. He just couldn't move on. To this day he had never dated anyone else and from what Rebecca heard he had been a total workaholic since day on of school at NMU.

All his suffering only endeared him farther into the staff's hearts and they looked on him as a brother or a son. They were all very surprised to hear that after three years he was taking two weeks off. They were all very happy he might finally be taking some time in the real world, but surprised none the less.

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Max stepped through the automatic doors in the lobby of the ER into to the dimming afternoon sun. His first vacation, ever. He walked through the drive way over to the lot where his car was. Isabel had been nagging him to get a new car since he started his job at the hospital. He was a doctor, she said, he should drive something that told people that. Max didn't care, he liked his trusty 2001 explorer. Their dad had bought it for him in high school when he started walking to school instead of driving the jeep. He hadn't been able to ride in it since that night. She had ridden in the jeep. Anyway, the explorer had been a good car and he didn't see any reason to get a new one.

"Uncle Max!" he heard a child's voice ring out as he was putting the key in the door. Turning around his face lit with a real smile for the only person in ten years that could really make him smile. Kneeling down he picked up the giggling little girl and spun her around, laughing himself.

"Hey there kiddo, what are you doing here? Where's your mom?" He asked once they stopped spinning and she was balanced securely on his left hip.

"Mom got an early flight. She's comin'." Max looked over to where his niece was pointing and saw his flustered sister hurrying across the parking lot, blond hair streaking behind her.

"Beth, I told you not to run ahead of me!" She scolded her daughter.

"Mo-om," Beth whined and rolled her eyes.

"More like you every day Iz." Max smiled.

"Don't encourage her," she playfully swatted him on the arm. "I'm really sorry to just pop up like this Max but there's been a problem with the shipment from New York and I need to take an earlier flight."

"Its no problem, just means more time for us to have fun. Right?" he looked down at his niece.

"Right," she nodded seriously.

Beth was the reason Max was taking two weeks off. Isabel was finally opening one of her design studios in Paris. She already had five in the states but this was her first in Europe and she was really excited. As much as she hated it, with all the work she would be doing it would be nothing but boring for Beth, who was on summer break from school.

"Ok, well, I already dropped off her stuff at your place. I left a note on the fridge with the numbers of all the places I'll be and mine and Alex's cell. She's not allergic to anything, but make sure she takes he vitamins. Her bed time is nine pm, no exceptions-"

"Iz," Max cut her off. "I've watched Beth like a million times. I think I know the routine."

Isabel let out a long sigh, "I know, I just can't help but worry. I'm her mother."

"I'm gunna be fine mom," Beth assured her.

"I know honey, come here, give me a hug." She leaned over taking her daughter from her brother, squeezing her tight. "You be good ok? And try not to get in trouble, and don't use you powers in public, and-"

"don't run with scissors, I got it mom."

"You are way too capable for an eight year old, you know that?" She smoothed out Beth's hair with one hand and wiped away a tear with the other.

"Ok, Max. Give your sister a hug. I'm late meeting Alex at the airport."

Max pulled Isabel to him with one arm, still holding onto Bethany's hand with the other. "Please take care of my baby," she whispered in his ear. He simply nodded, having been through this with her before. "And you know, it wouldn't hurt to let yourself have some fun while we're gone. I mean real fun, for you Max."

"Isabel, we're going to have lot of fun, aren't we?" He looked at the girl while pulling back from his sister. He was choosing to ignore her double meaning.

"Alright, one last kiss." She bent down again, kissing Beth's cheek, then scrambled back across the parking lot.

"So," Max turned to Beth once they were both in the car and coasting safely towards his apartment building. "What sounds good for dinner? I haven't had the chance to do any shopping yet, so our options are kinda limited. We've got pizza-" he stopped for a minute when he noticed Beth wasn't paying much attention. Then he saw the little tremor in her chin.

"Hey," he said softly, taking her hand. "You know, its ok to miss your mom. Its even ok to cry about it. I bet when she got into the car she was bawling like a baby."

She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Really?"

"I'm positive."

"Do you- do you ever cry about missing people?"

"Sometimes."

She nodded, he tears had stopped and she seemed to be deep in thought about something else now. Oh, to be eight again.

"Do you miss her a lot?"

"Your mom?"

"No, Aunt Liz."

Max paled for a minute, the answered, "yeah, every minute of every day."

The family had never kept their heritage or what had happened to 'Aunt Liz' from Bethany. There were times when Max felt like Beth was the only one he was really comfortable with anymore, strange as that was. She was the only one he had said her actual name to in a good five years.

"You know," she put her small hand on Max's arm as he drove. "Sometimes it helps me when I'm sad to talk to mom or daddy. You could talk to me."

"Yeah?" Max glanced at Beth, touched by her sincerity.

"If I asked, would you tell me about her Uncle Max? Could you tell me about Aunt Liz? Please?" This wasn't an out of the blue request either. Beth had heard her mom and dad talking about Aunt Liz a month ago. It was the anniversary of when she disappeared. Her mom had been really worried about her Uncle Max. That was when Beth realized she didn't really know much about the woman she was named after at all. She tried to ask her parents but they wouldn't go into detail. Aunt Maria almost cried and Uncle Michael had left the room. Her last shot was to go straight to the source. She really wanted to know about Aunt Liz, there must be some reason everyone loved her so much and she wanted to know why. Maybe she could help her Uncle Max too. He was her favorite person in the whole universe, next to her mom and dad of course.

There was a very long pause and Beth was about to give up when Max finally said softly, "what did you want to know?"

Prologue / 1 / 2 / TBC...

Chapter 2

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"You didn't 'member anything? Nothing at all?"

"Nope," Max shook his head as he distractedly stirred the pot of spiderman shaped spaghetti- O's Michael had left in the cupboard. He and Maria stayed here when their apartment was fumigated every six months. Michael still refused to move though, he said the run down building they lived in inspired him. Maria was currently 'inspiring him' by moving back in with her mother. Beth was sitting on the counter across the kitchen swinging her legs back and forth while Max told her stories about when he was in high school, with her.

"Uncle Max," she said, her voice full of reproach. "That's terrible. I can't believe she didn't hit you."

He chuckled, pouring the pasta concussion into two bowls. "Oh yeah? And what would you have done?"

"I would have hit you," she said very mater of faculty.

"I'd watch it there little Miss. You probably would have had the same problem."

"Nu uh." She shook her head in denial.

"Yes huh," he taunted her back, setting their make-shift dinner on the table. "Hey, I thought you were going to put out the salad."

"It was yucky," Beth wrinkled her nose for emphases. "It was in a bag that said salad, but it was all brown and runny. You should clean out your fridge more often."

"I suppose you're right." He lifted her off the counter and planted her in her usual chair at the kitchen table. "We'll have to go to the grocery store tomorrow. You can help me make a list."

"Oh yea! Can we get strawberries? I love strawberries." She picked up her spoon and Max was amazed by the dainty way she spread her napkin in her lap, like she was in a French restaurant. She really was Isabel's daughter.

"You do huh? Your Aunt Liz loved strawberries too." He had almost gotten to the point between the ride in the car and now were he could say her name without it sounding strangled. He hadn't realized that even in his own thoughts it was no longer Liz, but her. Even the sound of her name had become painful and somehow he knew that was wrong. Liz would never want that, he just couldn't help it. He wasn't worthy of even thinking her name.

Bethany reminded him a lot of Liz. No, she wasn't related in any biological way to her and she didn't look like her at all. Beth was every bit her parent's child. She was tall like Iz and Alex, at least and inch taller than Liz had been at that age he guessed. Her hair hung loosely at her shoulders with wispy bangs the brushed against her smooth forehead. It was a light brown with gold streaks and in the summer the brown would lighten to a dark strawberry color. Her eyes were a striking blue like her dad's and she had her mother's grace and poise. Still, his niece had a certain air about her, a familiar demeanor that he had always associated with Liz. It was how she walked and the way she looked at you like she could see all your secrets. The way she spoke with a subtle confidence that even at such a young age could be incredibly reassuring. The way you knew just by looking at her that she could crush your world with the wave of a hand and at the same time knew she wouldn't.

That was why he was telling Beth about her Aunt Liz. There was something cathartic about being able to relive all the happiness, be it ever so brief, he'd had with her and not have her look on with pity or sorrow. Beth allowed him to live in that moment and didn't remind him of how he'd failed her. She was the only person who he could be just Max with and not Liz's Max. Liz's Max who'd destroyed her life and who knew how many countless other's because she wasn't here today.

They finished their quasi dinner while Max told her about what Liz had liked, how she wore her hair, and what she had wanted to do when she grew up. Beth added her own periodic commentary, occasionally digressing into something that happened at school or with her friends. That was one of the things she liked best about Uncle Max, he always treated her like another person, an equal, not just some dumb little girl. He looked interested when she talked about Katie's new shoes and the cool new Barbie she wanted for her birthday. He never made her feel like her opinion wasn't important and he always told her the truth. Most adults didn't think kids should be told the truth or even talked to like they counted, but he wasn't like other adults. Uncle Max was the coolest.

"What did she look like?" she asked her four hundredth question as they moved into the living room to watch some tv and make the shopping list for tomorrow.

"Umm, there's a picture of all of us, your mom and dad too, over on the table there." Max pointed to the end table while he got a pad and pencil from the desk in the corner. Beth went and grabbed a photo of seven teenagers sitting in an alien themed cafe in a silver frame.

"Oooff, your getting heavy." Max pulled her onto his lap in the big leather chair next to the window.

She giggled, "I am not Uncle Max, you're so silly."

"I'm silly? Noo - I think you're the one who's silly." He smiled and bopped her nose with his forefinger.

"Come on Uncle Max," she gave him a disapproving look, "stop messing around. I want to know who these people are." She held the photo up for him to see.

"Did you inherit any personality traits from your dad?" Max mumbled amusedly. "Ok," he shifted her on his lap so he could see the picture over her shoulder and point with one hand. "This girl right here is your mom."

"She's pretty."

"Yup, the guy next to her is your dad."

"Wow, daddy had a lot more hair way back then, huh?" Max couldn't help but laugh, "yeah, Alex does have a bit of a receding hair line, but lets not say anything about that to him. Let's see, this girls over here with the very short hair is your Aunt Maria."

Beth wrinkled her nose, "I don't like her hair like that."

"Neither did she, she grew it out that next summer. She doesn't know I have this picture, so its out little secret ok?"

"Sure, I won't tell anybodys."

"Good. And this guy with the spiky hair and defensive posture is your Uncle Michael."

"Did Aunt Maria make him mad or sumpin? 'Cause he looks like he's about to blast somebody."

Max laughed again, it was funny how much truth kids could see in a picture.

"Probably, that was when their relationship was ummm, unpredictable."

"Who's this?" Through deduction Beth already knew which two people were Max and Liz but she didn't know the last girl with curly blond hair.

"That's Tess."

"I don't know her."

"No, she moved away after high school. She had a hard time growing up and needed to do somethings on her own for a while. I think the last letter I got from her said she was living in Florence."

"She was one of us." It wasn't a question, but a statement. That was one of Beth's developing gifts it seemed. She could tell some sort of hidden truth just by looking at people. She was still young yet, so that hadn't been able to discern if her powers were based in something empathic or more of a precognitive realm.

"Yeah, there were originally the four of us- your mom, Michael, me, and Tess. Tess didn't wake up at the same time as the rest of us and was raised by another man."

"Oh. Why did she move away? I thought it was important that we all stayed together."

"It is, but Tess was different. Nesado, that's the man who raised her, told her some things that weren't true and she had a hard time allowing herself to be human. Nesado died and we couldn't bring him back and it really disillusioned her to what he'd been telling her. Then, about a year later, she convinced Michael and Isabel to activate these orb things that we'd found. We never knew what they were but when we got the message it kinda sent her over the edge and she distanced herself from us."

"That's the message from the old world right? The one that said you're planet was dying."

"And we were being sent to continue our species and integrate with humans, right. Anyway, Tess disappeared after graduation and apparently did all sorts of crazy things. We get letters from her about every six months telling us her adventures and she calls on holidays."

"Ok, ok," she didn't need the girl's life story. Sheesh. "And this is you?"

"That's me," he confirmed in a wry, self mocking voice.

"You look almost the same Uncle Max."

He leaned over her shoulder studying his seventeen year old image. "You think so?"

"Yeah, except," Beth squirmed on his lap a little so she could look at him better. "Right here," her small fingers smoothed over the skin by his eyes. "You have more crinkles here, like your tired." It was a completely innocent comment, not meant to hurt him. "And here too," again her fingers traced lines, these on his forehead. "These looks like you think a lot." Finally she moved her hands to lightly squeeze his upper arms, "and here. You're more muscly here." That made Max laugh and her hugged her.

"That's because you're getting so big. I have to keep in shape or I won't be able to pick you up anymore."

"Uncle Max," she shook her head, trying not to smile but letting a few girlish giggles out. Rolling her eyes, she turned back around and returned her focus to the final figure in the picture. "So this is Aunt Liz?"

"Yeah," Max wasn't aware of the wistful tone his voice had taken. "That's Liz."

"She's pretty." Max only nodded his head against her shoulder. They were quiet for a moment, just looking down at the picture. "What was she like when she was my age?" Beth finally broke the silence when it seemed he wasn't going to.

Max took a breath, this was beginning to become difficult. He hadn't actively thought this much about any part of his life with Liz in it for so long and while it was cathartic, it still hurt. But Beth wanted to know about Liz and something deep in him really wanted her to know Liz too. "Well, we hadn't really known each other too long when we were your age. That was the year your mom, Michael and I started school. I do remember that she loved science then as much as she did in high school. When we were oh, probably 10, her parents took her to Washington DC to see the Smithsonian Museums. When she came back it was all she talked about for weeks," he laughed a little as he remembered. "I'd almost forgotten, its ironic that her favorite was the Air and Space Museum. I always took that as a sign that we would be together someday and she would understand or secret."

"And she did, just like daddy." Beth was very proud of her mixed heritage and how tolerant and open minded her family was.

"Liz was a little easier to convince than your dad, but that's a story for another day. Its almost bed time kiddo."

Beth looked down at the picture, running her fingers over the small image of her long lost aunt and her favorite uncle. He looked so happy, like he really was smiling that day. She wished for all the world that something could do that for him again. "Maybe we could go to that museum someday," she offered.

"That might be fun munchkin. Maybe we can talk to your parents about it when they get back. For now thought, its bed time."

"Aww, come on, I'm not even tired." She whined completely forgetting about her plan to make Uncle Max happy.

"Tell you what," he slid her off his lap, taking the picture from her. "You go put on your jammies and brush your teeth and I'll tell you about the time Michael stole Maria's car, with Maria in it, and we had to chase him to Texas, ok?"

Her wide smile easily replaced her pout as she bounced on the balls of her feet clapping her hands. "Oh, goody!"

Max watched her run down the hall, if he squinted his eyes enough he could almost imagine she was another little girl with hair several shades darker. Walking the picture back to its spot on the end table, he ran gentle fingers over her smiling face. Closing his eyes, he let out a small pained sigh that bore a striking resemblance to her name.

He felt the familiar and almost comforting sting in his heart as he tried not to think of what might have been. Would that little girl tugging on Pooh Bear jammies have had dark chocolate hair and deep brown eyes and called him daddy? Would there have been a room next door to hers that held baseball bats and rubber spiders and video games? Would there have been a light on when he opened the door at the end of a 36 hour shift? Would the sheets have been warm when he dragged his weary body under them?

Hearing the water in the bathroom turn on, Max shook his head, swallowing over the lump in his throat. He didn't cry anymore. Hadn't been able to for quite a few years. It didn't matter anyway, his tears couldn't help her now and surly would never bring him the family he dreamt about for so many years. Beth was the closest thing he would ever get to that dream and he was determined to make things right through her. She would never have to know the hardships the rest of them had. He wouldn't fail her like he had Liz.

"Uncle Ma-ax," the singing song voice broke him of his reverie again. "I'm ready for my sto-ry."

"Coming!" He ran a hand over her image once more before setting it down and, like he did every night, touched a kiss to his finger and held it to the glass. "I love you Liz, always," he whispered to her smiling face, then flipping off the lamp and left the room.

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"So?" Anna watched Jenny expectantly as she hung up the phone.

"He wasn't there," Anna's shoulders slumped. "But, I did talk to his mother."

She instantly brightened, "really? What did she say?"

"He doesn't live there any more so I told her I was a friend of his in school. For some reason she sounded really skeptical of that. Anyway, she wouldn't tell me where he was or give me a phone number or anything but she did say she would pass along our address and phone number."

"Oh. Ok, well," Anna sighed and bit her lip. "What do we do now?"

"I think we wait a few days to see if calls. Then we'll go from there. Ok?"

"Yeah," she nodded absently. "God, this is just so crazy. I can't believe I'm doing this. So much is at stake..." she trailed off, running her hands through her long hair.

"I know," Jenny reached across and patted her friend's hand. "We'll figure it out, don't worry. Whatever happens, we'll deal."

TBC...


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