Our time is here. Maggie.

[Mason Ackers]

Mason ran into the house, and didn’t stop until he found his sister, and her best friend. The sight before him was enough to turn his stomach, though luckily, whilst mason stared and felt sick, his body took over. Sometimes, there where advantages to the whole adaptive reactive power. The months he had just spent pouring over medical textbooks rushing into the forefront of his brain and he grabbed a wad off tea towels, falling at the bleeding girls side, and pressing them to her wound.

Eddie! Stop.. eddie… I’m here… I need you to hold these tight against her okay? I’m going to call an ambulance. he wanted then, more than anything, to find the people who had done this, to chase them and exact his own revenge…. But right then, getting Maggie to a hospital was more important.

[Eddison Mavis James]

Eddie nodded quickly, holding the towels down and blinking tears out of her eyes as she did so. Her eyes looked quickly to her twin, desperately, her eyes begging him to make this right. She was so scared to think what could have happened. "What do we do Mason??" The water works were most definitely on, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't lose Maggie and she couldn't bare for Maggie to lose Parker. Her best friend seemed so much more, put together since she'd been pregnant, this was the family she needed and Eddie couldn't see her lose that. She'd never prayed so hard before, not just for her friends safety but that every sound and noise could be her husband coming home. She knew Sebastian could fix this. He was good at what he did so he could fix this. God she hoped he could fix this. "She's going to be okay right?? She's gotta be okay!"

[Mason Ackers]

He told the woman on the phone everything she needed to know, and threw in, for safe measure, a few statistics about ambulances for good measure, to make sure that she not only A) got the closest ambulance speeding towards them, but also B) urged the drivers to move faster than even their recommended speed limit or else they would have a pretty wealthy family to deal with.

Okay, so sometimes having a billionaire brother in law did come in usefull.

Finally he dropped the receiver and moved back to the bleeding body ( for at this moment, in order to cope, he could not think of her as Maggie) and took over pressing the towels against her stomach, and nodded. ”Everything Is going to be fine Eddie, I promise. She’s going to be okay. The ambulance is going to be here soon, and there going to put her on a plasma drip and staple the wound back together to stop the bleeding until they can get her into theatre. If they just took the baby, and didn’t puncture anything, then its just like a caesarean okay? it sounded good, but in truth, there was too much blood to tell if what he was saying was the truth or not.

[Eddison Mavis James]

Eddie couldn't see for the tears clogging up her eyes. She knew her job, to hold the towels to her best friend's stomach, and she did it, using the idea that Maggie was relying on her to keep her going. She sought comfort in her twin's words and allowed them calm her, not allowing herself to wonder if he was saying it to make her feel better, and she just stayed there, taking deep breaths and trying to squeeze away the tears. She was just listening for any sign that an ambulance was on its way.

[Sebastian James]

The street he lived on raced by outside his car's tinted windows, buildings appearing as little more than a blur, their foundations and walls apparently distorted by the immense speed at which they travelled. His foot rested so hard upon the gas the matted flooring beneath his feet would most likely be indented with the pattern found on the sole of his boot. Yet even as the place he called home rushed ever closer – even though there were no sign of distress, nothing to suggest anything was wrong with the world – he was unable to shake the ill sense of unease that had crept over him only a quarter of an hour earlier.

His closest friend had triggered it. They had been sat in a bar, idling the hours away with beers and whiskey, doing anything other than what they were supposed to be doing – shopping for baby clothes. It had been a time to reflect, to catch up, to talk about the past, present and future, and all the strange changes each seemed to have brought, or indeed would bring. Sebastian James was a married man – a truth that he'd never thought he'd live to see. The perpetual bachelor, he'd intended to remain single for ever. Then Eddison Ackers had come along – turned his world upside down.

He was not only married- but he had a baby on the way, and was, at the young age of 30-something, retiring from a profession he both hated and loved, to care for the missus and impending bundle of joy. Cooper – he'd found someone too. He had always been the more sensible of the two – so a settled relationship was perhaps more expected. But to be in the same position – settled and with a baby on the way, to a student no less – well... expect the unexpected seemed to have garnered new relevance.

Yet their heart-to-heart had been cut short, beers left only half-finished (a travesty, as far as Sebastian had been concerned) when Cooper had suggested that something felt inexplicably 'wrong.' Unable to put his finger on it, or indeed explain the feeling, Grayson had just insisted that things weren't right. Sebastian had worked with Cooper for near as long as he could remember, and while this outburst would to most seem a little unwarranted – Sebastian trusted his friend implicitly. If Cooper said something was wrong, something was wrong. If he could explain it or not – shit was likely to be going down. The fact the sense of problem was surrounding their other halves only furthered Sebastian's inclination to listen and take him seriously.

The pair had left the establishment almost instantly, 'Bastian electing to drive (it was his car afterall), and as he'd taken to the wheel, he'd felt the impending sense of danger creep upon him too. Hairs raised on the back of his neck, and everything seemed – out of place, changed – at odds with what was right in the world. The highway was too quiet the moment they pulled onto it, and every driver seemed to have a vendetta against them, stalking them for miles or trying to stop the speedy Chevvy at every chance. It had only worsened when the high pitched wail of sirens echoed off in the distance, silencing both men, whom at one point had been talking, leaving them merely sat, staring at the road, driving as fast and hard as the car would physically allowed. Even when Sebastian skidded to a halt, just outside his own drive, decelerating from a good 80mph to 0 in a matter of seconds, his house, although appearing quiet from the outside, was...not as it should be.

He stepped onto the curb the moment they'd come to a halt, pulling his jacket tight around his shoulders, not even bothering to close the door to his precious automobile. A hand reached into the inner lining of his coat, fingers resting on the cool metal of a pistol grip, tightening, forefinger finding the trigger with practised precision. Bassie set off at a jog toward the front door, slowly removing the firearm from it's resting place, taking it in a two handed grip, muzzle pointed at the floor. When he was this jumpy, he didn't want to accidentally put a bullet in some innocent bystander – as much as he'd laugh if he accidentally pumped his regularly-visiting brother-in-law full of lead, he doubted he'd be the most popular person in the world after doing so.

His heart started to race – not through exhaustion, but due to the adrenaline cursing through his system. The front door – a heavy, mahogany masterpiece, lined with iron trimming, stood wide open. He cursed under his breath – he'd told Eddie to never leave it open. He covered the last ten meters between him and home in seconds, throwing himself back against the door, and slowly inched into what was used as the kitchen, poking his head into the room – gun held low – finger tensed, ready to swing up and fire at the slightest provocation.

He spoke without even looking back to see what path Cooper had taken, “Eddie? Baby? Anyone home?”

[Eddison Mavis James]

Everything in her body felt wrong, she didn't know how to trust her instincts anymore, and when she heard the slight sound of the door moving and the faint sounds of foot steps, she instinctively panicked. The senses she couldn't trust were heightened to the point that the delicate footsteps through the house sounded to Eddie like a boot smashing through her brain. She tried not to show her panic, just her caution, as she held the towels to Maggie's wound. What if they were back?? Would they come back for her?? Why couldn't this just be over?? She knew they wanted her, they'd said as much, she'd be a fool to think she was suddenly safe.

Then it happened.... The voice of her husband's voice flooded the silence, forcing a hard breath, almost a sigh of relief to leave her and take with them the tension she held in her shoulders. "Sebastian?" Her thoughts carried with them a worry and distress that eluded her voice as she rang out a quick "IN HERE!!" from her place on the living room floor. The strangest feeling came over her.... A feeling of guilt that messed itself in with the worry. She suddenly remembered the back door that she swore she locked this morning before she left, and then she looked around the room at the crumbling remains of ornaments and bits of wall she'd blown to pieces in those moments of blind panic. Then she looked down at the blood that her knee's were dipping into.

How could she save herself and not Maggie?? This was probably all her fault. And what if Sebastian got angry about the state of his house? If there was any amount of logical thought left in her, she'd know that it was stupid, but it all seemed long gone.... Filled with fear and pain, both mental and physical, as she fought herself to ignore the pain shooting through her yet again. She was so much stronger than she'd give herself credit for, yet all she could focus on right now was that if her best friend died... it'd probably be her fault.

[Mason Ackers]

Not for the first time in his life, though it was undoubtedly one of only few Mason simply didn’t know what to do. When Eddie had disappeared he had known exactly what to do – he had hacked satellites, cctv, banks trying to find her. Prowled the streets and yelled her name until his voice had grown to hoarse to do even that. But he had known what to do, even if his efforts had never come to a head, and it was her husband who had eventually found her. When Ari had left, he had thrown himself into his study, to make sure he didn’t flunk.

He nearly always knew what to do. And he didn’t like that now… now he didn’t have a clue. He kept the cloth pressed to Maggies wound and prayed the that the ambulance would get here soon, but other than that the nineteen year old was little more than a statue, apply pressure and wishing that he believed in a God so that he might answer his prayers.

The voice that rang through the house may not have been the voice of god, but it certainly made the young man feel a little better. If nothing else, Sebastian was good in situations that required more than a logical mind and the ability to remain unharmed. His hand found Eddie’s, and he squeezed her fingers with his own bloodied ones for a second, before returning both hands to the pressure on the brunettes stomach.