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El was lying on her bed reading when she looked over to her side and saw Max watching her, more than watching really, she was scrutinizing her all over from head to toe pretty much. As she did so, a small smile crept onto her face.

"What?" El asked.

"Have I told you lately how beautiful you are?" Max replied with a smile.

El blushed immediately, the redness working its way to the tips of her ears, "y...you said it yesterday...and the day before..."

"And the day before that" Max carried on her sentence, "and I'll say every day."

El looked away, "I'm sorry" she said, so quietly Max almost missed it.

She watched Max's face, her expression changing multiple times in the space of a few seconds as if she was about to say something but decided otherwise. "Oh, for fucks sake," she finally said, grabbing El and kissing her hard, developing into passionate only seconds later. El looked stunned, "what?" Max asked.

"I...I thought you didn't want me anymore...like that."

"What?" she asked, looking incredulous at El's words.

"You haven't looked at me...like that...or..."

"Or what?"

El looked at her awkwardly, "or wanted to touch me..."

It was Max's turn to look stunned. She shook her head, "you...you were weak and hurt and...and I didn't want to go too fast, to hurt you...to push you or make you feel uncomfortable. God, do you know how hard it's been to keep my hands off you?" she ranted.

"Yes! I do...the only thing that kept me going was you, the thought that I would see you again, hold you, be with you" El said earnestly, "I fought to get back to you...I fought so hard...the things I had to do to get back to you..." Tears started running down her face, and Max wrapped her arms around her and held her so tight.

"I want you, El, I want you so badly" she confessed, whispering it into her ear.

"I'm right here" El replied, gaining control of her voice.

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Eleven woke with a start, breathing hard. Confused at the images still lingering in her mind, she looked around her room for the familiar things that would comfort her, familiar things memorized over her short life; her metal bed, the unit which always contained 3 white towels, the 2 cameras on the walls, the purple flowered plant, the stuffed lion toy.

As her breathing slowed, the door opened, "did you have another dream?"

She contemplated lying, denying that she'd had yet another one; it had been so vivid and clear, like all the others recently, but they always knew and the punishment for lying was far worse than the 'treatment'. She nodded 'yes' whilst glancing quickly at the camera on the wall facing her bed, knowing they monitored her every move, even her sleep.

"What was it about?"

She mumbled something so quietly that it couldn't be heard.

"Speak up, Eleven, I can't hear you. What was the dream about?"

"Her."

"I see. After breakfast, you'll speak with Dr Holtz and, if she deems necessary, treatment after lunch. For now, you have 10 minutes to get dressed before breakfast."

She gulped slightly with her head down, "yes Papa."

As he left the room, she pulled the stuffed animal onto her lap and fiddled with its ear absentmindedly, staring into nowhere, replaying the vivid dream in her mind. She didn't understand some of the things in the dream at all, she also didn't understand how it had made her feel.