Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except for Xandra. Don't sue me, you won't get much.

Author's Note: This might be a little uneven, I wrote part of it before the Dec. 12th episode, and part of it after. 

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Xandra's P.O.V.
So you're probably wondering why I went to Zack for help. Me too. I could've gone to Max, I guess. I just couldn't let them see me like
that. Hurt. I don't want to bee looked at like that. Like I'm weak. I've had more training than the rest of them; I should be able to take
care of myself. I couldn't this time. Zack just knows what it's like, trying not to disappoint people. Always feeling like he has to be the
strong one, the one in charge that can look after themselves. I feel that way too. I've had to ever since I escaped. But I needed help, so I
went to him. It still sounds weird to me. I went to Zack. I did. And that's all the better I can explain it.

***

Zack's P.O.V.
I don't know what to think. I guess Xandra's a lot like I am. Maybe that's why she couldn't go to Max and Logan for help. She said she
didn't want them to see her hurt like that. In trouble. All I could think of the whole time was hoping that she wouldn't die. I know that I
admitted to Max that I wanted the same things as she did. Friends, family. Someone to care about. That's the part that scares me. I
haven't felt anything but concern for my siblings and the will to protect them since I escaped. Now it's something different. Something I
really can't explain. Because all of this phony sentimentality crap I talk about to Max so often to keep her from Logan, it might actually
exist. In something that isn't so fake after all. 

***

Max's P.O.V.
So I kissed Logan. I really did. I can't believe it. I don't know if he actually remembered it either. Oh well. Maybe it's better that way. And
Zack finally admitted that he wants the same things that we both don't have. But I haven't seen Xandra or Zack for a few days. I wonder
what that means. 

***

Logan's P.O.V.
Max came back. I can't imagine that she risked her life to be with me. And you probably don't know how hard it was for me to just tell her
to go like that. To leave me. To let herself be safe. But she came back. I'm sure Zack had a fit, after trying to save her. But I have put her
in danger just by being her friend. And she kissed me. I still can't forget that. We both agreed out loud that it meant nothing, but I know
that's not true. It meant something; otherwise she wouldn't have done it. I know we can't just say what s in both of our minds now, but
maybe someday I'll be able to at least say what's on mine.