Author's Note: Thought I'd chime in here real quick to tell you that this chapter was originally just a small epilogue on paper—but when I was typing it all up BOOM look what happened. I like this much better than my original ending. Enjoy.



I was awakened from my dreamless sleep to the sound of a ringing noise. My eyes popped open and I immediately sat up. I looked around my empty room. It was the phone.

I reached over and picked up the handset from my bedside table. "Hello?" I said lazily.

"Morning, sweetheart," Steven said on the other end. "Sleep well?"

I rubbed on of my eyes and replied to him with a yes.

"Great," he said. "I'm guessing you just woke up and haven't had breakfast yet."


"I'm willing to treat you," he told me happily. "Either I take you out or you stay in your pj's and I make you something."

I smiled. "You come here."

The conversation ended with him telling me he'd be here in twenty minutes. I sighed as I hauled myself out of bed. I realized, then, that I had never taken my robe off from the night before, but I paid it little attention. It might as well stay on now.

After I got to my feet and did my morning stretches, I headed out to the living room to watch TV while waiting for Steven to come over. Sophie was sitting on the top of the couch's back, the remote laying on the cushion and the TV showing some movie I didn't recognize. At first I was wondering how the heck it turned on, or better yet how Sophie managed to press that one button down.

Then it dawned on me. "Scar…"

I looked around, expecting to see him standing there. But I was alone. I looked around the living room and kitchen trying to find the Polaroid picture I suddenly remembered snapping, but it wasn't to be found. There was a half-eaten slice of pizza on the counter and a small piece of Styrofoam and plastic lying on the floor amongst a bunch of dried animal blood and water.

When I went into the bedroom again, I searched the floor for the pendent. It wasn't there. A little depressed and convinced the predator's visit was all a dream, I returned to the living room and switched the station on the TV to the morning news.

I debated with myself why I kept thinking it was a dream when there was evidence he was here—the mess in the kitchen, the TV on because I had tried to entertain him while I took a shower, my robe still on because he put me to bed. Then again…why couldn't I find the pendent and picture? Why didn't he stick around? Why did he really come in the first place?

Why must I keep remembering him?

That was the greatest question of them all. And it was starting to get to me something terrible. I needed to put that whole pyramid incident behind me, but for one reason or another it was coming back to bite me in the rear. I didn't want to remember it anymore!

Maybe I'm losing my mind. That's it. I'm going insane. I just can't live with the knowledge that what happened there was real and I was the only damned person allowed to survive. God must hate me, otherwise he wouldn't let me live like this.

I felt tears starting to sting my eyes. I sat and stared at the news anchors on the screen blankly. I wasn't listening to a word they were saying. I didn't want to hear it. I wanted to go crawl in a whole. I wanted a new life. I needed a new life.

My brain's only explanation to last night was that I was very, very tired and whatever I did around the house jumped into my dreams and reformed into thinking that alien predator was here. It was foolish of me to think he had come back. Actually, it was more like impossible. I saw him die—he was freaking coughing up that neon green blood of his and his head sagged to the snow when death took him. No one could survive what happened to him. No one….

I'm happy Steven had called me and came over. Once he arrived, my mind was focused on him and his cooking. He was a really good cook. Add that with his humor, and I have a lot of great times with him. I love him. I really do love him. Maybe I don't want to change my life; I do have something worth living for. My love for him….

"Are you okay?"

I looked up from biting into a piece of my nicely crisp bacon. "Sure I am," I said while munching. "Why?"

"You're really quiet. That and last night," he said honestly. "It's not like you to push me away like that. You seemed really scared."

I shook my head and washed down the bacon with some orange juice. "I wasn't scared. I was just so tired that I think I was losing my mind or something. I think I'm going to take some time off."

"Again? Lex, you took three months off when you came back for Antarctica. I mean, I know you deserved it after that explosion and stuff, but don't you think you should go on and forget about it? I can see its still bothering you."

"I'm okay; really I am." I sighed. I knew he could see right through me. He was good at that. It's like he could read my mind or something. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

"Try me," he said with a grin.

I shook my head again. "I can't, Steven. You seriously would never believe me and I don't want you to think I'm some crackpot."

Steven reached over and rested his hand on mine. His brown eyes gazed at me softly and I couldn't help but get lost in them. "Lex…I love you. I know something happened out there that's frightened you to keep it locked up forever. You're secret is safe with me; you know that."

I nodded. I told him the basics. I couldn't bring myself to tell him everything. But now he knew that it wasn't just an explosion—it was a struggle to stay alive and a race to get out. I told him how I had to shoot Sebastian. I told him about the slimy aliens. I even mentioned parts of the time I ran alongside Scar. What I didn't tell him…was that I thought I met him again last night.

I figured he thought me totally screwy. Aliens don't exist—not at least in that sense. Most people see Marvin the Martian as your typical alien, or the ones with big heads and weird eyes. Maybe even Chewbacca, but that's pushing it.

"I believe you," he said.

"No you don't," I said back. "Who would?"

"Your story makes sense," he told me. "That thing you brought home…" he pointed to the weapon on my wall. "And that mark on your face. It's hard to believe that you got cut so perfectly without any other scrapes surrounding it."

I could see it in his eyes; he did believe me. And I was thankful for that. But I made him swear to me that he'd never tell anyone. I knew he wouldn't. Steven's just one of those kinds of guys that would do anything for you, even if it meant jumping off a bridge to save your life even though it'd be stupid and a waste of effort.

We decided to head out for a drive and go to wherever the roads took us. He wanted to get me out of the house for a while and just spend time together. I needed that, really.

I went to my room to change into jeans and a fall sweater. Being the neat freak I am, I started pulling up the sheets and comforter to make my bed. As I did, my hand ran over something hard under the covers. I reached under blindly and wrapped my fingers around something smooth. Pulling it out and holding it up in the morning light shining through my blinds, I gazed upon the blue pendent and the chipped remnant lodged inside.

I fingered it slowly, wondering about the previous evening. I had practically convinced myself it was all a dream, that Scar was dead, and that my nightmares were just getting more creative.

I heard Steven cleaning up in the kitchen and decided to just put everything behind me. Scar's presence was in fact real. The truth dangled in my hands.

"Lex? You ready?"

Steven stood in my doorway, waiting. I gave a smile and nodded my head. "All set." I grabbed my purse and left my bed half made as I joined Steven's side. Once I was in the car I tied the metallic string around my neck and hid the pendent under my sweater. The day was beautiful—not a cloud in the sky. The air was fresh and swept over my face as we drove down the street with the windows opened, the city of Boston lying before us.


AN: I hope I didn't disappoint all of you wonderful reviewers that were expecting more from this fic. I do have a sequel possibility in mind, although I'd need to elaborate on it tremendously. I think a few of you wanted a Scar vs. Steven thing to go on here, but at the moment this was more Lex's problem than anyone else's—and not in the sense that she had a predator in her house. It was more emotionally.

But once again, thank ALL OF YOU soooooo much for your reviews and praises :) Trust me, it really made me find the extra time to post the chapters. I couldn't leave y'all hanging for weeks that can sometimes happen. Feel free to "email" me any suggestions for a sequel—it sometimes sparks things in my mind and I get at it faster and a lot easier. I'd prefer not to see suggestions in reviews because it can jump into someone else's head and might ruin the prospects of my stories.

Love to all:)