I Wish

Where Is She?

I wake up to find Mac asleep outside on the balcony with a blanket on the ground next to him. He's shivering. After our fight, I am tempted to just leave him there, but my heart gets the better of me. I slide open the glass door and slip outside. I lay the blanket over Mac and see the tears streaks down his face. I hesitate because you will very rarely see Mac cry. As I turn to leave, he tosses his head.

"Mom?" He calls, his voice rough from sleep and tears.

I shiver even though I'm not cold at all. Mac calls out again, and I feel like I have to wake him up. I put my hand on his shoulder and try to shake him awake. No luck. After a few tries, I sit down in the chair beside him and rest my head on his shoulder. He's still calling for his mom, but now he's calling for his dad, too. I never realized how hard it hit him. He alway acted so confident, like he was over it. But as I'm thinking about that, I remember the first day of freshman year. He was almost in tears that afternoon as we talked about our families at his house.

"Izzy?" He questions finally, and I jump.

I sit up and so does he, wiping his eyes. I stand before helping him up. He looks at me, and I can see that he still had tears in his eyes. We walk inside holding hands, but I'm not sure how I feel about it. We receive plenty of looks from the rest of the team and a catcall or two from Jack.

"Shut up, Jack. It's way too early for this," I mutter.

Mac puts his arm around me which just gives Jack an excuse to raise an eyebrow. I sigh and collect a plate of food from Bozer.

"How'd you sleep, Izzy?" Riley asks from the couch.

"Better after you left," I admit before stuffing my face with food in order to avoid answering more questions.

Bozer gives me a sideways look, but I just shake my head.

I finish getting ready and meet Jack by the car to go to the range. He doesn't say anything until we're almost there.

"What was Riley talking about?" He questions.

"It was just a nightmare." I look out the window. "She calmed me down afterwards and helped me get back to sleep."

"She's good at that," Jack agrees.

We pull up to the range, and I'm out of the car almost before Jack puts it in park. I race ahead of him to start firing before he even gets there.

I shoot an almost perfect score which impresses Jack. The fact that I am laser focused probably helps. I shoot a few more rounds, all near perfect, with a regular handgun. Then I took a few shots with the new bullets from Miguel. Perfect every time. The gun tears through several targets at one time.

I sit down outside and do a few math equations to find some basic facts about these "super bullets". They're dangerous.

Jack finished his last round and finds me waiting outside. Just as he makes eye contact with me, I see a familiar face round the corner.

"Dammit. Jack, get to the car," I curse without moving my mouth.

He seems confused, so I explain it to hip, still with tight lips, "Miguel came around the corner and is approaching your seven o'clock."

His eyes widen, but he walks calmly to the car.

I hide the tension in my body by focusing all of my energy on any lies I might have to tell and clasp my hands behind my back.

"Olivia, ¿Qué progresos ha hecho?" He inquires.

(A/N: Translation- What progress have you made?)