A/N Yay! New chapter! Hope you enjoy this.

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"Set it up" Madam X ordered when the rematerialized in Madam X's Lair.

Max always hated being here. It was too dark, to cold, to… blood-filled. The blood itself depending on how fresh it was tended to bring him back to the night he failed.

This time it was fresh. The blood had not even dried yet, and Max had to force himself to look away and focus on the task at hand.

He set it on the table and started to set it up. Twisting nobs and pushing buts snapping pieces back into their proper places.

"Please stop" He heard Crystal's voice in his head.

Max continued working. That voice had haunted him for over three years. Almost as a cruel twist his conscious had decided to speak to him in Crystal's own voice.

Max please

This is the only way Max thought as he continued working. To get you back.

At what cost? Crystal's voice called softly. Your soul?

I don't care about the cost, Max thought. I love her.

…Is that what you honestly think she would want? The entire world destroyed?

If all goes according to plan, what I do won't matter. Max insisted to himself. All this will change when I go back.

Max…

"What are you doing?" Madam X asked. Max jumped surprised at seeing her there.

Max shook his head to clear it. "As you asked" Max said. "Madame"

Madam X narrowed her eyes. "Hurry up. It won't be long before your parents come to stop us."

"Do you even no where to look?" Phoebe asked her parents, as they changed into their super uniforms.

"We know of some telepaths who can help us find her." Hank said flippantly. "And by extension our son"

"Let me come" Phoebe said. "I know more of this then you do"

"I think you've done enough, said enough" Hank said.

Phoebe glared at her father. "Do you know, when he went every June 1st? Where he went everyday for a year, after the girl he loved was killed, do you know what Crystal's last words to me were? You didn't see his desperation when he spoke to Madam X, the tears he shed over her grave. You didn't even know Crystal was dead until we told you, what makes you think you know what she meant to him?"

"Phoebe"

"I am not a hero" Phoebe said. "Kickbutt was right, I should not have a cape when I was so desperate to protect my brother, especially when he was so determined. Please let me try to make things right."

Hank and Barbara looked at each other for a moment before they turned back to Phoebe. "You're to close to this" Barbara said.

"And you're not?" Phoebe said. "he's your son"

"We know how to put our emotions behind us" Hank said. "You're too young."

Tears fell down Phoebe's face. "I'm sorry."

"We'll discuss this later" Barbara said. "After we get our son back."

Phoebe looked down. "Very well, bring a power inhibitor after how quickly max disposed of us last time, your going to need them."

"Thanks for the concern" Hank said his tone anything but thankful, before they left the room.

Phoebe stood there alone, for only a moment.

I can't fail him again. Phoebe thought to herself. I won't fail him this time Crystal.

Perhaps it was her own imagination but Phoebe had the distinct feeling that Crystal was silently encouraging her. Wanting her to continue with her plan.

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