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Saving the Speedster

"You read minds, not the future." Daphne said to Matt.

"I know, I know. But I met a guy in Africa and everything he paints—"

Daphne cut Parkman off and finished his sentence. "Comes true?"

"Yes! So you gotta stay with me." Matt pleaded in response.

"You don't get it, I… have to go back; I don't have a choice." Daphne moved her hands emphasising how important what she was saying was.

"But you don't trust these people."

"If you can read my thoughts, then you know that I don't know if I can trust you either."

"Forget your thoughts, what is your heart telling you to do?" Daphne felt sudden shock; he was making a good point. She gazed up into his eyes and saw that he was really sincere about what he was saying. But she knew what Pinehearst could do, he didn't, so she pushed her fear to the back of her head and replied.

"Same as it always does: keep moving too fast to get caught." She turned around to leave but paused as Parkman spoke once more.

"What do they have over you? Matt paused and Daphne turned around. "I can protect you!"

"No, you can't.... Bye Parkman." Were the last words she spoke before she sped off into the distance, Matt losing sight of her almost immediately.

Matt stood back as feelings of shock, disappointment and sadness started to wash over him. He couldn't get her to stay, he knew how important this was and yet she still left. There is something wrong here. Parkman thought. If she stays on her current path, if she continues to work for Pinehearst: it was going to end up with her death. He felt as though she was concealing some of her real feelings, she was hiding something very important deep down inside of her. What is it that they have over her? Whatever it was, he needed to find out. She mustn't stay on this path; he had to stop her no matter what.

He gazed down at his new pet. "You have any answers, turtle?" He chuckled, before speaking again. "How about you help me out again? Like finding Daphne when we first got here, huh?" Matt took a seat at the table on which the turtle sat inside his cage.

Matt looked at all the many possibilities in which he could save her. If he were to make his way into her life, to protect her and keep her safe, would that end up like his dream of the future? He had to think of all the possibilities in which to save her, but the most common question that plagued him was: Will the future still be the same, even if I try to change it? He isolated that question and put his faith in believing that there is a way to save her. He would find a way to save her, that he was certain. He was a cop after all, who better than him to save her?

He wondered why he wanted to save her in the first place, maybe because he was a cop and that is his job. No that wasn't it, Daphne was someone more important than a normal cop case, finding and protecting her is imperative, for he had seen his future, her future, seen him and her. She was wonderful in every way. He smiled, she had acquired his heart in such a small amount of time, so small that it was actually a dream he had seen but it felt so real, so true. How could it be a dream? He questioned. Dreams can always be distinguished from normal life; always be seen apart but this, he couldn't seem to. He dearly wanted that future he had seen to come true, the one where he was married to Daphne, and the family they had made together and shared. He wanted baby Daniela and the love Daphne and he shared, it was important; so he was dead panned on finding her.

Moving those thoughts to the back of his mind, he decided to think of things that will help him in his search for her. He thought of The Company and what they were capable of and realised now that The Company struck a very similar resemblance to Pinehearst. Must be a rivalry company of some sort, Matt wondered. He then started to realise how much danger she was in, "I'm going to separate her from Pinehearst… no matter what."

Yawning, he realised how exhausted he really was; it had been a long day after all. Well most of it he had spent seated at one of the tables. He had seen many people come and go, people say their goodbyes to loved ones and busy airport staff rush around busily; each concentrating on their job. The airport wasn't as busy as it had once been, now only a few people coming in for their late flights. He looked down at his turtle and muttered a few words. "Maybe its best we go home now, we'll find her tomorrow."

With that, Matt Parkman stood up and stretched out his arms, before grabbing hold of the container in which his turtle resided in; then walked towards the exit of JFK airport.

Well thats my new story, hope all you readers like it. Tell me what you think? Reviews are appreciated.

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PrinceZack.