Not Mine. Thank You To Dani, As Always.

"Um, sir?"

Lucas opened one eye.

"Um... well.. I think..." the driver started then just turned to point ahead of them.

Lucas groaned as he moved over some so he could see. "Aww Chris," he said softly, staring at his blonde ball in the middle of the road, birds remaining all around her, fire not too far off either. There was a mess of cars down the road, flipped over, torn apart, ripped to shreds, on flames... you name it. Bodies were all over the place. The ground was cracked. The sky was darkened.

"I'll be right back," he told the driver as he reached for the door.

Lucas groaned again as he stood. He still wasn't completely healed but at least he was better. He was never more thankful for his ability to heal than today.

He carefully made his way down to her, staring down at her for a long moment before dropping down beside her.

"Chris?" he called out softly, his hand reaching out to brush at her blonde locks.

Her head turned and she looked at him. Her eyes were tired and red from crying. "Boyd?"

"Yeah, baby, it's me," he smiled.

"I'm so tired."

"I know," he gently brushed her arm then started to pick her up, ignorning the pain shooting through him, "You did good kid but now you need to rest."

"I still have the rest..."

"It can wait," he cut her off.

She meant to question him but was too tired to even do that. Instead, she let her head fall against his chest and she just let him carry her back to the car.

"How she doin'?" the driver asked, looking them over.

"She'll be fine," he smiled again. "She just did a little too much too soon."

Christina nodded slightly against him.

She'd become more destructive, more powerful, as she had walked on and it had shown. And it had worn her out until she had finally collapsed. Through all of the wreckage, she had left Boyd a way to get through though. A way to get to her. So after she fell, she just waited. She knew he'd come.

Lucas maneuvered them both around, laying down in the backseat with her already back asleep on top of him, her head against his chest, her hand curled up in his jacket.

"Keep going," he whispered toward the driver, closing his own eyes now, his arms wrapping more securly around his girl.

Together they slept peacefully for the first time in their lives.