A/N: What if Jessi was there the moment Sarah died? How different would season 3 be?

So basically, I'm gonna play out the idea. If you dig, leave a review and let me know if I should continue with it or not.

Jessi took a step out of the elevator only to find her new neighbor inches away. She jumped slightly and sucked in her breath.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" Cassidy asked.

"No…I…" Jessi said out of breath.

"Um…" He cleared his throat, "you're still here? Obviously…you're standing right in front of me." Jessi let out a small laugh and smile.

"Yes, well…" She trailed off, implying her departure.

"Thanks for the tip" He said referring to his laundry.

"Sure" She replied still smiling and began walking away.

"I never caught your name." Jessi turned around.

"Jessi."

"I'm Cassidy. Have a good night." Jessi continued down the hall to her apartment as Cassidy stepped into the elevator with a mischievous stare. Jessi was about to put her key in the door when suddenly she heard something. She didn't recognize it at first, thinking it was butterfly wings. Not too long after, she realized it was a heartbeat, Sarah's to be exact.

She realized that it wasn't coming from their apartment. Why didn't I recognize it? She thought to herself. It was then when she realized that it was slowing down rather than keeping constant. She began to panic.

"Sarah, where are you!?" She questioned with a raised voice. She tried to stay calm and concentrate where the heartbeat came from. She followed the sound and it led to the apartment across the hall. She spotted bloody hand marks on the door frame. The handprints look as if it was holding on to the door frame in order to stop being pulled in. She quickly began banging on the door.

"SARAH?" Jessi's actions and voice became more frantic. She was running out of time. Finally, she stepped back and kicked the door down. The apartment was designed similar to hers and she started following her heartbeat again. The beat led her to the first door on the left and Jessi quickly swung open the door.

Immediately, she found Sarah on the floor covered in blood. "NO!" Jessi ran towards her new known mother and lightly placed her hand over the wound in Sarah's chest. Her heart was still beating, but slowing down by the second. Jessi's lower lip began to quiver and a tear escaped from her eye.

"No, no, no…this can't be happening." The lights began flickering as Jessi attempted to heal Sarah's wounds. It was already too late; Sarah's body already began to fail her. A light exploded as Jessi put all her energy into saving her. Suddenly Jessi collapsed; she was drained physically and emotionally. Sarah opened her eyes slightly and looked at Jessi beside her. Her lips trembled in an attempt to speak but no words were able to come out.

"No Sarah, please, you can't leave me…" By this time, tears were streaming down Jessi's face. Sarah gathered all the strength she had left of her and gently placed it on Jessi's cheek and in return Jessi placed her hand over it. Within the next second, Jessi felt the weight of Sarah's hand drop back into hers and nothing but silence filled the air.

Cassidy flipped open his phone and made a call. When the other person picked up, Cassidy immediately spoke.

"XX found Sarah."

"Abort mission. She can be at a very destructive phase right now."

"Done."

Kyle was already at home and was about to call Amanda when suddenly an invisible force stabbed into his stomach. He fell to the ground and stayed there for a few moments. He recovered himself, shook it off, and continued to calling Amanda.

Jessi gathered her strength back and sat up. She continued to hold Sarah's hand and look down at her mother. Tears were pouring out of her eyes as she struggled for gasps of air.

After about 30 minutes, so couldn't stand to look at her mother anymore. Jessi couldn't believe that she was already taken from her. I just got to know her…she can't be gone already. She took one last look and left the unknown apartment. She absent-mindedly entered her apartment and went to her room. Without a change of clothes or anything, she fell onto her bed and began sobbing into her pillow. The last image of Sarah was of death, and it refused to leave her head. I should have saved her.

A/N: There you have it. It's short but it gets the point across. I have more ideas of how it would continue on so let me know if you think it should be a one-shot or a story. =]