*For anyone who isn't up-to-date on all the books, this story will contain spoilers*

Story Title: Six Years Later
Age Rating: 12
Main Characters: Caine, Sam, Astrid, Diana, Lana
Summary: Six years after the FAYZ ended and the kids parted ways, no one has found their happy ending yet
Genre(s): Drama/Romance/Suspense
Chapter Index:

Chapter 1 - Page 1
Chapter 2 - Page 1
Chapter 3 - Page 1
Chapter 4 - Page 1
Chapter 5 - Page 1
Chapter 6 - Page 1
Chapter 7 - Page 2



Chapter 1

The private jet got him there quicker than any normal plane would. And he needed to be quick.
It had taken him five months to find her. Five months of paying a private detective to work quickly but stay silent. Not that money was an issue. And now here they were, in Thailand, finally on the same turf. The only problem now was how to get her to listen, but he felt confident.
Caine Soren was on a mission.
He saw her before she saw him. Six years hadn’t seemed to age her much. If anything, she looked younger. Happier. Carefree. As if all her volunteering work here had cleared her conscience.
If there was such a thing.
Caine stepped out of his chauffeur-driven, air-conditioned Mercedes and instantly regretted wearing a suit. The humid air hit him like a wall. But he walked towards her anyway, making sure it was her.
Her long hair was tied up in a bandanna, and her face was smeared with dirt. But she was still as beautiful as he remembered.
Not that Caine had ever been attracted to Astrid Ellison. No, he always had his eye on someone else.
Astrid was holding a shovel and digging a hole with other volunteers - probably a well of some kind. And suddenly their eyes met, and she froze. But without saying anything, she dropped her shovel and walked past Caine, leading him away from the others, out of earshot.
They stared at each other for a while.
“I always knew you’d come.” She said quietly.
Caine raised an eyebrow. “Then you know why I’m here.”
Astrid sighed. “I don’t know where he is.”
“Really?” Caine asked. “That’s a shame. I thought you and Sam would last.”
Astrid looked down at the ground, but didn’t say anything. And then a moment later, she couldn’t breathe. She glanced up at Caine and saw that familiar look in his eyes, the one she hadn’t seen in years; the look of evil satisfaction.
He released his telekinetic hold from around her neck.
“See,” Caine began, “a little birdie told me that you and Sam are still very much in touch.”
Astrid took a shaky breath. “Leave him alone. He hasn’t sought you out.”
Caine laughed. “That’s because if he tried, he knows I’d kill him.”
They both fell silent, and Caine could almost hear the cogs in Astrid’s brain turning.
“Wait a second.” She said suspiciously. “This isn’t about a fight. If it was, you would’ve killed me by now. You know Sam would come running.”
Caine smirked. “That’s a good idea. I might do that.”
“You’re in trouble.” She said matter-of-factly.
“Actually, I just felt like a family reunion. It would be nice to see my long-lost twin brother.”
Astrid didn’t reply. She knew exactly where Sam was, but he had specifically told her not to tell anyone from the FAYZ about his whereabouts. Especially not Caine.
She looked up at him. “She’s in Paris.”
There was a long pause.
“You’re lying.” Caine said quietly, and Astrid knew they were talking about the same person. “How would you know?”
“Because she found me too, asking the same question you did. She told me she lived in Paris. With -”
“Don’t.” Caine interrupted. “Don’t say its name.”
“She’s just a kid, Caine. Your kid.”
He looked ashen. “Why are you telling me this? I don’t care about them. I have nothing to do with them.”
Astrid shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe because I know that you’ll be on the next flight to Paris to find her.” And without saying anything more, she walked back to her fellow volunteers.
Caine stalked back into the Mercedes.
He didn’t need to get on the next flight to Paris.
He had his own private jet.

Sam Temple stood at the back of the crowd and watched the surfing competition heats. He longed to be out there competing himself, but his mom had begged him to keep a low profile after the FAYZ. Six years later, he wasn’t about to change his ways.
Hawaii had just the right mix of friendly people, swells and good food. And that was all Sam really needed to be happy. To just be left alone so he could get on with life.
Except being left alone kind of got lonely.
The thought made him remember his old friend, Quinn. But now their friendship was just a memory. The last time they had spoken was years ago.
After the heats, Sam walked up to his beachfront house and sat on his porch.
He was only twenty-three, but he felt a lifetime old. The FAYZ had changed him. It had changed everyone, of course, but it saddened him how much he had changed. It saddened him that he barely ever spoke to his own mother. She could never come to terms with the person he had become.
Sam must have fallen asleep, because when he opened his eyes he was in complete darkness. He created a light orb without even thinking about it. Not that he was still scared of the dark. At least, he never admitted that.
The phone was ringing. What time was it? He went inside and saw the time on the clock was 3am.
Only one person would call at this time.
“Hey, Astrid.” He said when he picked up the phone.
She didn’t ask how he knew it was her. She just said, “Caine found me today.” Her voice crackled from the weak signal.
Sam tensed. “What? How? Are you OK?”
“He was looking for you, Sam. He knew that I would know where you were.”
“Look, it’s fine.” He replied. “At least I know he’s coming now.”
“No, he’s not. I told him where Diana was instead.”
Sam paused. “You got him off my back?”
“I distracted him - for now. He’ll come looking again.” Astrid warned. “And something tells me he’s not looking for a fight.”
“What do you mean?”
Astrid didn’t reply straight away. “Well...he would’ve killed me, right? That was the most obvious option. He thinks I still have a hold on you. He would’ve killed me and waited for you to find him.”
Sam pretended not to be confused. It had been six years, and still Astrid was smarter than him. “So, he was after something else?”
She sighed. “I hope so. I don’t want him to fight you, Sam.”
Sam felt a familiar pit in his stomach. “Yeah. Don’t worry about me, Caine’s too scared to start a fight on his own.” He said, to lighten the mood. “Anyway, we’re big boys now. I would’ve thought we’d grow out of all the fighting.”
He could almost hear Astrid smile over the phone.
There was an awkward pause.
“So...” Sam began, but he didn’t really know what to say. Anything was better than silence. “How’s Will?”
Astrid hesitated. “He’s good. We’re good. We, um...when we get back, we’re moving in together.”
Now that he thought about it, maybe the silence was better.
“Oh. Wow. That sounds...fun.” Sam replied with false enthusiasm.
She seemed read his emotion even over the phone. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t -”
“It’s OK, Astrid.” He said quickly. “Really. You’re allowed to move on.”
She paused again. “I still care about you, Sam.”
He closed his eyes. “I know. It’s just not easy acting normal sometimes. You do still have a hold on me.” He added quietly, and he wasn’t even sure if she could hear him over all the interference on the phone line.
“I have to go.” She said gently.
Sam didn’t reply, and after a moment she hung up on him.
He listened to the dial tone for a while.
It took all his energy not to fly out to Thailand just to see her.

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Chapter 2

Dekka Talent stepped aboard the red double-decker bus and found an empty seat. She smiled to herself.
Her bus journey to work and back were her favourite parts of the day. Her girlfriend, Ellie, never understood. But then, Ellie was born and bred in London - and to Dekka, everything always felt new and exciting.
And best of all, London was worlds away from sunny San Francisco.
Worlds away from Perdido Beach and Lake Tramonto.
And even further away from her parents.
She didn’t regret not reconciling with them. To her, they were more like baggage rather than family. And Dekka felt closer to Ellie’s parents than she ever had to her own. At least they accepted her for who she was.
The school was only a few bus stops away. Dekka worked as a teacher’s assistant, and the kids seemed to love her. For once she was popular, even though they were only eight-year-olds.
She stared out the bus window as the city blurred past.
And then Dekka froze.
The bus wasn’t moving.
But something had blurred past.
“Oh, my God.” She said loudly, and some people turned around. Dekka stood up quickly and stepped off the bus, walking towards an empty alleyway.
There was a gust of wind, and suddenly she wasn’t alone.
“Well, hey there.” Brianna said cheerfully, as if it hadn’t been six years of no contact.
Dekka couldn’t manage anything but stare. She wondered if she was in shock.
Brianna had changed a lot. She was taller, for one. And more muscular. But not in a manly way - just like an Olympic athlete. Dekka tried not to notice Brianna’s newfound curves.
“Nice shoes.” She croaked.
Brianna glanced down in super-speed. “Yeah.” She shrugged. “They’re new. I only go through a pair of these every two weeks or so. They’re expensive, but they’re really -” She stopped herself. “Dekka, it’s been six years, and the first thing we talk about are shoes?”
Dekka laughed. “It really has been a while.”
“You bet.” Brianna nodded, and enveloped Dekka in a hug before she could reply.
“What are you doing here? Are you in trouble?”
“Oh, you know, I was just in town.” Brianna said casually, and it was then that Dekka knew for sure something was wrong.
“Listen, let me call work and tell them I’m ill. We can talk.” She suggested.
“Your voice has changed.” Brianna said pensively.
“What?”
Brianna put on a fake British accent. “I think you’re starting to become a London girl.” She resumed her normal voice. “Me? I’m all-American through and through.”
They fell silent.
Dekka looked concerned. “OK, so I know I haven’t seen you in years and maybe you’ve changed since then, but...you’re doing that thing you do. When you start making awkward jokes and being sarcastic when something’s wrong.”
Brianna looked down, and Dekka knew she was right.
“OK, maybe I wasn’t just in town. Maybe I found you on purpose.”
Dekka raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. And...why would that be?”
Brianna looked behind her nervously, but there was no one else even near the alleyway. “Listen, Caine found me.”
“What?”
“Just listen!” She said urgently. “He found me, and he threatened me - which is nothing knew - but he was looking for Sam. I didn’t know where Sam was but...look, I may have told him that Astrid was doing some project thing in Thailand.”
Dekka looked disappointed. “You shouldn’t have told him that.”
“I know! But...he cornered me. He threatened to hurt Jack, and I hate myself but there was nothing else I could do. I didn’t dare call his bluff.” She looked ashamed. “I wasn’t quick enough.”
“I don’t understand.” Dekka said, thinking. “Why does he want to see Sam so badly?”
“That’s what I was wondering. I thought maybe there was some new feud between them that I didn’t know about. So I told Jack to hold the fort and I found Lana in Seattle. And surprise, surprise - Caine had found her too. Only she wasn’t dumb enough to tell him anything.”
Dekka nodded along. “So he’s going around finding FAYZ kids...to find Sam?”
“That’s what he says.”
“So why did you find me? I mean, Astrid will know where Sam is. She’ll be the last person he’ll go to.”
Brianna sighed. “Don’t you get it? Something is happening here! Caine is finding Sam for a reason and he’s including us for a reason. He could’ve found Sam within a few months using Google and a private detective. But no, he’s seeking out people from the FAYZ who obviously won’t know where he is. Sam’s basically a hermit nowadays.”
Dekka still looked nonplussed. “OK, but we don’t know what that reason is. Only Caine can tell us. You think he’ll find me next?”
Brianna scoffed. “Astrid’s tougher than we think, but not that tough. My guess? She’ll put Caine off but won’t completely give in to him.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’ll find Diana next, of course. The only curveball Astrid can throw at him. But after that? Yep, you’ll be next. Be ready.”
And without a ‘goodbye’ or ‘good luck’, Brianna blurred into a gust of air, and Dekka was alone again.

Caine stood outside Monoprix supermarket. There was definitely a woman holding a child’s hand, walking in with a trolley. But was it Diana? He had to get closer to be sure.
He wiped his palms on his trousers. Was he really this nervous?
He walked in after them.
The supermarket looked bigger on the inside. Caine looked around and realised he’d lost them, but they couldn’t be far.
He walked down past the aisles, looking in each one for a woman and a girl.
And then, in the sweets section, was the girl. She looked about nine years old.
And she was alone.
Caine suddenly had the urge to kill her. This girl was the living incarnation of the...gaiaphage. Even to think of the Darkness made him shiver.
When Sam and Caine destroyed it, they thought she would die too. Obviously not.
But she deserved to.
It was then that she looked up at him with her dark brown hair and grey eyes. His grey eyes. Caine stopped in his train of thought. His grey eyes? The last time he had seen her, her eyes had been a glowing green. The green that reminded him painfully of what used to be in the mineshaft.
Was this the wrong kid?
No, this had to be the one. He recognised his eyes, and her mother’s nose and mouth.
He was suddenly aware that she was wearing a white and blue flowery dress, and her hair was pinned with a butterfly clip.
She couldn’t look more innocent.
The girl looked away from him as if she didn’t recognise him at all, and tried again to reach her sweets on the top shelf. Caine watched her struggle for a while, and then without even thinking, raised his hand. The bag of sweets slowly flew down and into the girl’s hands.
“Whoa.” She said quietly, and then glanced back at him warily. Caine quickly lowered his hand. “Did you do that?” She asked, and he could hear a slight French accent to her voice.
He shrugged, but her confusion amused him.
The girl looked at the bag of sweets, then up at the shelf, and then at Caine. And then she threw it at him. Instinctively, he deflected it with a flick of his hand.
She smiled knowingly. “I knew it. You’re magic.”
But then she stopped smiling, looking behind Caine.
That was when he heard that achingly familiar voice. “Gaia, what have I told you about talking to strangers?”
Caine turned around slowly, and couldn’t help but catch his breath.
Diana stood there in all her confident glory, wearing a red tailored dress and heels. Her beautiful, tumbling hair was just as he remembered it. So were her dark, calculating eyes and sculpted eyebrows.
How did she look this good in a supermarket?
Diana held out her left hand for Gaia to hold, and that was when he saw it. It was diamond. A diamond ring on her wedding finger.
How did he not know she was married?
Anger suddenly surged through him, but he continued to watch as Diana bent down to Gaia’s ear and whispered something in French. Her daughter skipped away.
“Where is she -” Caine began.
“I told her to go to the toy section.” Diana interrupted. She stepped in front of the trolley and stood less than a foot from him, studying his face. “You look old.” She said bluntly. “Maybe you should stop working all the time and take a holiday.”
Caine raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been keeping tabs on me?”
She half-smiled. “I liked to check every once in a while that you’re not hunting us down. But I knew you’d come eventually. I was prepared.”
“You always are.” He agreed.
Diana randomly looked up at the ceiling, and before Caine could ask what she was doing, she said, “You’ve chosen well. This is one of the few aisles where they don’t have security cameras.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t care about security cameras.”
Diana didn’t reply. Instead, she closed the gap between them and kissed him. It was a few seconds before Caine put his arms around her waist, and it was like six and half years hadn’t passed at all.
And then he felt something cold and metal press against his stomach. Diana pulled away from the kiss, but stayed just as close so that anyone who saw them would think they were just an embracing couple.
“No, Caine,” She said gently, “I care about security cameras.” She turned off the safety lock of the gun pressed against him.
He tensed. “Dangerous move, Diana.”
She shrugged. “Not really. If you try anything, I’ll shoot. And then who ends up on top?”
He gave her a cold look. “There’s really no need for this.”
Diana smiled sweetly. “See, the thing is, Caine, I’m a mother now. And you’ve tried to kill our daughter more than once. I just wanted you to get the message that if you ever hurt her, I won’t kill you.”
Caine paused. “What?”
“It’s true, I won’t. But I will personally make your life hell. Like, unleash-the-gaiaphage-on-you hell.” She said gently. “And I’m a woman of my word.”
“Too bad the gaiaphage was destroyed.”
Diana sighed and stepped away, stowing her gun away in her purse. “Too bad Drake is dead, too. I miss that kid.” She smirked. “Is that why you’re looking for Sam? To re-live memories?”
Caine tensed. “How did you know about that? Where is he?”
“I know a lot more than you think.” She said casually. “And I don’t know where he is. I tried looking for him myself. Anymore questions?”
Caine stared at her.
Yes, he had a million questions. How had she managed to watch him? Why was she looking for Sam? Why were Gaia’s eyes no longer green? Why did their daughter look so surprised about his power? Didn’t she have a mutation of her own?
And more importantly, who the hell was Diana married to?
For the first time in months, Caine forgot about his tight deadline. He forgot about everything else apart from the beautiful woman standing in front him.
“A few.” He replied calmly.

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Chapter 3

It was too early in the morning to think, and that was exactly why Lana liked it. She dipped her feet in the cold seawater and stood there, feeling the spray upon her face.
Hours passed. The tide got lower until she was no longer standing in the sea. Her head started to fill with noises of people and traffic and wildlife as Seattle started to wake up.
And then, like the morning before, and the morning before that, and the morning before that…she felt a familiar hand take hers and give a firm squeeze.
“You should really stop doing this.” He said calmly, although she could hear a tightness in his voice.
She looked up at him. “Thank you for coming.”
“You asked me to come. So I’m here.” He replied, and sighed. “I can’t keep doing this, Lana. I came to Seattle because you asked me to, but you won’t tell me why. And I feel like…like I’m your secret or something. Which doesn’t even make sense because…I mean, we’re not doing anything wrong.” He suddenly dropped her hand. “I don’t like lying. You need to tell him about me. That we see each other.”
Lana stared out at the sea. “You make it sound like we’re dating. We are not dating. So what if two friends meet up?”
“Secretly?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lana rolled her eyes. “Quinn, if you feel so strongly about this, then I’ll tell Sanjit. Just wait and see. He won’t care at all.”
“Doesn’t he wonder why you leave so early in the morning?”
“He knows I have a problem sleeping. I’ve been like that for a while.” Lana replied casually.
“Because of the nightmares?” Quinn asked, and she could hear the concern in his voice.
She sat down on the sand, and after a while, Quinn joined her.
“I come out here to clear my head.” She said quietly. “It’s better than lying in bed trying not to fall asleep. It’s only when I’m too exhausted to dream that I have a good night’s sleep. Other than that…” She trailed off, as if she didn’t want to say it. “Sanjit’s getting tired of it. I can tell. He acts like it’s OK, like he understands, but I know he finds it hard. So I leave. Every morning, I leave.”
Quinn looked troubled. “What do you dream about? The gaiapha-”
“Don’t say it.” Lana said sharply. “Destroyed or not, I still can’t bear to think about that thing.”
They fell silent.
“I dreamt of you.” She said suddenly.
“What?”
“I dreamt of you, Quinn. The same dream, over and over again. You were in Alaska. And you were dead.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
He looked at her. “And that’s the only reason you contacted me?” He asked, sounding tense. “That’s why you brought me over to Seattle? So I wouldn’t die in Alaska because you had some dream? I thought this was an emergency!”
“It was an emergency, Quinn!” Lana replied hotly. “Don’t just dismiss this as ‘some dream’. It was more than that. I couldn’t shake the feeling that -”
“A feeling, Lana!” Quinn interrupted. “That’s exactly what it was: a feeling. When I came here, I thought – I mean, you made it sound like…look, you only told me you were still with Sanjit two days ago.”
Lana looked confused. “What has that got to do with it?”
“Never mind.” Quinn sighed. “But you don’t understand. The fishing boat only comes into port every four months. I missed it to come here and see you. Which means I’m out of a job until September.” He looked down at the sand and started carving patterns into it.
“I’m sorry.” Lana replied after a pause. “I didn’t realise. I didn’t think you would drop everything to come here.”
Quinn looked over at her. “You’re pretty special, you know that? I mean, anyone would drop everything to see the Healer.”
Lana laughed, and it was a welcome sound. “No one’s called me that in years.”
“I thought I’d start the trend again.” He smiled.
Neither of them said anything for a while.
“I need to go back, don’t I?” Lana said quietly.
“Yeah, and so do I.” Quinn agreed.
“You mean…?”
“Yep, I’m going back to Alaska. I need to get some kind of job to pay the rent. And believe it or not, I actually like living there.” He said wistfully.
Lana wasn’t sure what to say. “These dreams…”
Quinn put an arm around her, and pulled her into a tight hug. “I can take care of myself, don’t worry. If anyone attacks me I’ll beat them with my fishing rod.”
“Sounds like a good tactic.” Lana smiled. “I’ll see you around, fisherman.”
“You too, Healer.” Quinn replied cheerfully, but Lana knew he was putting it on. She watched him walk back up over the beach, and out of sight.
And without meaning to, she wondered if it would be the last time she saw him.

Edilio took off his gun belt and slipped out of his black boots. It had been a long, uneventful day at the police station. Chris, his partner, would be home soon. But until then Edilio was allowed to be alone with his thoughts.
It was instinctive. He went over to the cupboard in the living room, and found his rosary beads and Bible. Chris didn’t approve. He always said that any religion that didn’t condone gay rights should not be followed. But how could Edilio abandon his religion?
He’d already abandoned his family.
When the FAYZ ended, the newfound fame of all the kids there, including him, allowed him a green card to stay in Los Angeles. He was too important to be deported. And this way, the government could keep tabs on him, like they did on all FAYZ kids. At least they were subtle about it. But Caine and Sam had been quick from the start to pretend that their powers ended with the FAYZ, that they were no longer a threat to anyone and that any crime that anyone committed in the FAYZ was done under immense pressure.
The media loved it. Edilio remember the countless interviews he’d seen with Sam and Caine, who were apparently the chosen ambassadors for all the kids. No one ever wanted an interview with Edilio. Maybe a gay Catholic illegal immigrant was too much to handle, he thought bitterly.
His family were deported long before the FAYZ ended. They’d tried to come and see him, to bring him home, but Edilio told them not to bother; he was coming home.
He never went home.
His whole family were too religious, too orthodox to accept a gay son. And even if they did, he would be stuck in a village where being gay was openly condemned. How could he change who he was? His parents would be so ashamed.
No, it was best stay right where he was. Living a normal life in Los Angeles.
Chris was a nurse. In fact, Edilio had met him in hospital, when he had broken his nose after a drunk man had punched him whilst he was on duty. And after that, they had met again in a bar, and hit it off almost instantly. It had been just over a year now. It occurred to Edilio, not for the first time, that they should enter a domestic partnership. After all, he couldn’t imagine spending his life with anyone but Chris.
The thought made him happy. It was moments like those that Edilio enjoyed most; when he remembered what he should be grateful for. And then the memories of the FAYZ would flood back, memories of his family, of how his life might be if the FAYZ had never happened before.
And just like that, the happiness was gone.


Chapter 4

It was a small apartment compared to Caine’s mansion, but artistically decorated.
Diana dropped her purse on the hall table, slipped out of her high heels and sat gracefully on the sofa in the living area. Gaia walked into one of the rooms, presumably her bedroom, without saying a word, like she had been instructed to do so.
Caine hesitantly sat on the sofa across from Diana.
Neither of them spoke for a while, but it wasn’t awkward. And then Diana stood up suddenly, and without explaining, picked up her phone and dialled a number. “Hey, it’s me. You’re probably sleeping. I forgot to tell you earlier but I found some money today. Call me when you get this.” She hung up the phone and sat back down on the sofa.
“How do you make a living?” Caine asked curiously, eyeing the vintage furniture and tasteful décor. After hearing that phone call it didn’t seem like money came easily to her.
“I’m an escort.” She replied without flinching.
Caine stared at her. “Like…a prostitute?” He abruptly felt jealous of any other man touching her.
Diana rolled her eyes, and it was suddenly like they were fifteen again. “No Caine, don’t be stupid.” She said, without fear of his anger. “Men here want to look classy, especially businessmen. They want to turn up at society dances and dinners with the best date. So my job is to go with them, look good, and be intelligent. They love intelligent women here.”
Caine smirked. “A high-class escort – is that what they call it nowadays?”
“It pays well, Caine.” Diana said coldly. “I don’t care if you judge me, I do what I have to do to support my daughter.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Doesn’t your husband help out?” He asked, glancing at her ring.
Diana stared at him, and then burst into laughter. “Oh, Caine. I’m not married. Why, are you jealous?”
Caine looked nonplussed, and felt himself turning red. “Why are you wearing a ring if -”
“Gaia goes to a private school. The best in Paris.” Diana said proudly. “It’s very elitist. I knew that if they saw me with her, it would take two minutes to work out I’m a single mom who had her when I was a teenager. So I wear a wedding ring to pass her off as my husband’s daughter, my stepdaughter.”
Caine paused. “That’s…dedication.”
They both fell silent.
The phone rang.
Diana waited before she got up to answer it, as if she purposely wanted to look like she wasn’t eager to answer the phone.
Caine could only hear her side of the conversation.
“Hello?” She said. “Oh…um, no. I have company….Yes, of course. How soon?...That won’t be hard, it’s like a moth to a flame…And I’m still not allowed to know why?...Well, I hope you’ll enlighten me tomorrow…Yeah. I’ll see you soon.” Diana put the phone down and glanced back at Caine. “A job offer.” She explained.

Sam listened to the message.
“Hey, it’s me.” Said the familiar voice. “You’re probably sleeping. I forgot to tell you earlier but I found some money today. Call me when you get this.”
So Caine had gone to France. That was their code, if Caine was there and Diana needed Sam to come. If she said anything about money, it meant that he was there.
Sam called her back immediately.
“Hello?” She answered.
“It’s me…Sam.” He said, lowering his voice in case Caine was within earshot. “Can you talk?”
“Oh…um, no. I have company.” Diana said in a clipped tone.
“I’ll try and get on the next flight to Paris. You’ve kept Gaia away from him, right?”
“Yes, of course. How soon?”
Sam paused. “Within a few hours, I hope. But I probably won’t be there until tomorrow. You have to keep him there.”
“That won’t be hard, it’s like a moth to a flame.” Diana replied, and Sam could almost imagine a smirk on his face.
“OK. Thanks for letting me know he was there.”
“And I’m still not allowed to know why?” She asked impatiently.
Sam sighed. “There’s only so much I can tell you on the phone. We’re being monitored, remember?”
“Well, I hope you’ll enlighten me tomorrow.”
He paused. “Of course. Be careful.”
“Yeah.” She said casually. “I’ll see you soon.”
Sam hung up the phone. Within an hour he had booked a flight and packed a small suitcase.
It was time to see his brother again.

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Chapter 5

Quinn suddenly realised that he was standing on the dock, barefoot. His face was stinging.
Had he been sleepwalking?
No. He knew what this was. It wasn’t the first time he had been at one place, minding his own business, and then found himself standing elsewhere. He glanced down at his watch: three o’clock in the afternoon. Quinn had only been making breakfast just moments before at nine in the morning. So where had he been in-between?
That was when he registered it.
Blood. All over his hands and arms. How had he not seen that before?
He stared at horror at his own hands.
His first instinct was to call Lana, but he wasn’t sure why. He hadn’t spoken to her in a while, ever since they parted ways on that beach. But it was like he had a strong, unexplainable need to tell her something.
And then he remembered. He needed to deliver a message.
Bring her to me. The voice was cold and haunting and clear as ever.
“No.” Quinn replied forcefully. His mind was foggy, like there was a cloud over all his thoughts which prevented him from thinking clearly. He had a strange feeling that it wasn’t the first time he had refused the order.
Quinn stepped closer to the edge of the dock and peered into the water. Yeah, he was right. The strange muted pain in his face wasn’t from the cold. He was battered and bruised: a punishment.
The blood on his hands was his own.
“What?” He whispered aloud, uncomprehending. He had done this to himself?
But then he felt a crushing pain, like his mind was about to explode, and he started to see a million bright lights in front of his eyes. He fell to his knees.
This is it, he thought, this is what death feels like.
And even so, even through the terrifying pain, a part of him felt comforted that Lana was still safe.

Lana woke up screaming.
It had happened again. She had watched Quinn die, again. Except this time, it was much more graphic.
Sanjit was by her side immediately, cradling her to him. “Hey, hey, it’s OK. It’s OK. I’m here.” He sat by her on the bed and rocked her gently back and forth. “Just a nightmare.”
Lana was vaguely aware that Virtue was standing by the doorway in his pajamas. He looked groggy, but foreboding like he always did. Like he understood that her nightmares were more than just scary dreams.
“Maybe she should take sleeping pills. She’ll be off like a light and won’t be having dreams anymore.” Choo suggested.
Sanjit didn’t reply, and neither did Lana.
The dream had been so realistic, and so detailed. Everything right down to the faded red colour of Quinn’s T-shirt. Even what the Darkness had told Quinn. Bring her to me. Even in a dream, it was chilling. She had always known it was there. She was always aware of it in some sense. But she had learnt to ignore that strange feeling in the back of her mind that all was not right.
And now Lana couldn’t ignore it, not anymore.
So the Darkness wanted her? Six years later and it wanted a little bit of revenge?
Bring it on.

Astrid was used to people calling her to find Sam. At least twenty FAYZ kids had found her number in the past six months alone.
So she was naturally surprised when Lana called her, for her.
That was when she starting packing her bags. Caine would be in Paris. She’d collect him and go together to see Sam, partly because she didn’t trust Caine to find Sam alone, and partly because she was too scared to see Sam alone.
“I don’t understand.” Will said, dismayed.
“Honey, it’s really urgent. A friend of mine is in trouble.” Astrid replied reassuringly.
He sat down on the bed and looked up at her. “What about all our plans?”
“What do you mean? When I come back we’ll still buy an apartment. We’ll just meet New York.” She said, starting to get impatient.
“It’s Sam, isn’t it?”
That caught her off-guard. “What?”
Will sighed. “I knew it. I knew it was him who was in trouble. Why else would you drop everything and rush off so quickly?”
“Will you stop?” Astrid said loudly. She was starting to get annoyed. “Yes. OK? Yes, I’m going to see Sam, but only because his friend is in trouble. My friend.”
Will stood up. “I’m sure Sam can take care of his friend on his own. You’re not seeing him.”
Astrid raised an eyebrow. “I don’t remember asking your permission.”
“How would you feel if I went on a holiday with my ex?” He said defensively.
“I would be fine, because I trust you enough to not do anything stupid!”
Will stared at her, riled up. “If you walk out that door, don’t come back.”
She took a step back. “If I don’t walk out that door, my friend will die. Kind of puts things into perspective.”
Astrid picked up her suitcase and walked out of the room.
She had a plane to catch.

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Chapter 6

Gaia didn’t emerge from her room until late afternoon, when she was hungry. Caine must have figured out that Diana wanted to keep them apart, but he didn’t say anything. Diana saw the look in his eyes when he looked at their daughter; a kind of wary curiosity.
When the gaiaphage had been destroyed, when Gaia had lost her link to the Darkness, she had forgotten everything that had happened to her during the time she was under its influence. Even her eyes were no longer green – now they were grey. Diana had told Caine this; he had no need to be suspicious.
She still worried, though. She worried that anything that reminded Gaia of that time would trigger her memory to come back - her memories of Drake, the gaiaphage, and Sam and Caine trying to kill her – so of course, Caine could not spend a prolonged amount of time with her. Neither could Sam, for that matter. So the quicker Sam came to deal with Caine, the better.
Until then, Diana would just have to do what she did best: distract Caine.
“You can sleep on the couch.” She said, dropping a pile of blankets and a pillow next to him.
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re being very hospitable.” He said suspiciously. “But I think I’ll just go back to my hotel.” He stood up and headed towards the door.
“Wait!” Diana said loudly. Caine turned around and looked at her.
Sam had told her to keep him there, and she knew why. It would be easier to corner Caine if it wasn’t on his own turf.
“It’s late.” She said. “You might as well stay here.”
Caine stared at her for a long time, and Diana could sense what he was thinking. Why was she so desperate to keep him there?
“I thought you didn’t want me to be near Gaia?” He said doubtfully.
“I never said that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
Diana didn’t reply. She was fighting a losing battle; Caine definitely didn’t trust her enough.
“Until next time.” He said, and opened her apartment door.
“Caine.” Diana said quietly. She walked towards him. “Please don’t go.”
The tone of her voice made him pause. “You trust me about as much as I trust you.” He said. “Which means that you don’t.”
“You’re right, I don’t.” She said gently. “That doesn’t mean I haven’t missed you.”
They stared at each other.
And then Diana leant in and kissed him.
If she had to keep him overnight, then so be it. She was sure she could distract him that much.
Caine closed the door without breaking the kiss, and she led him to her bedroom.

Sam stepped out of Charles de Gaulle Airport and dropped his suitcase by his feet. It had been a long flight, but now that he was here, he was feeling less sure of himself. He had come to talk things over with Caine, kind of like a peace treaty, so that they wouldn’t bother each other and Caine wouldn’t hurt the people in Sam’s life.
But Caine was all about power and plotting and fighting. Sam knew about his little mafia that ran his multimillion-dollar company – or was it more like a terrorist organisation? – and it was well known by the FAYZ kids that Caine was the only one of them who the government didn’t keep tabs on. Probably because he had managed to get a foothold in the Whitehouse, too. So Caine could still get away with murder and walk away laughing.
It was time for his antics to stop. He had remembered what Edilio had told him, all those years ago, just after the FAYZ ended. “Use force if you have to.” He had said. “Give him a choice, but if worst comes to worst and you have to put an end to him, then maybe that isn’t a bad thing. Maybe it’s for the greater good.”
Sam remembered those words as clearly as if it were yesterday. But Caine hadn’t bothered any of them, not until recently.
And that wasn’t the only thing. Sam had his suspicions about Caine; suspicions that even Astrid didn’t know about. When the gaiaphage had been destroyed, everyone was ecstatic. Everyone but Caine. Back then Sam had thought it was because he had wanted the FAYZ to stay forever, but a part of him always knew it wasn’t that.
He needed answers.
It took only a half hour’s taxi ride until he was at Diana’s apartment. It was ten in the morning; she’d be awake. He buzzed Apartment 50 and waited for the reply.
“Who’s there?”
Sam froze. It was Caine’s voice. He’d assumed that Diana would have the sense to answer the door herself.
“Delivery for Miss Ladris.” He said in a low voice, hoping that it had been long enough since Caine heard him.
Thankfully he heard the second buzz that meant he could come inside.
Two minutes later, he was standing outside Number 50. Sam took a deep breath and readied his instincts. If Diana opened the door, then he’d calmly walk in. If Caine opened the door, he’d pounce.
He knocked on the door.
It was Caine. Sam immediately stepped forward and manoeuvred Caine into a headlock, with one hand against Caine’s head, before he could even react.
“What the -”
“I wouldn’t try anything.” Sam said sternly. “I could burn you to ashes before you even raise a finger. Where’s Diana?”
Caine didn’t answer straight away, and Sam could tell he was both shocked and fuming. “She’s in the shower.” He said eventually. And then, after a thoughtful pause, “She knew you were coming, didn’t she?”
“It’s for your own good.” Sam replied. “I heard you’ve been looking for me?”