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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Mac was just about to hang up with Lucille Lewis when Stella grabbed his arm, her phone up against her ear. "Don't hang up, Jack's not at the apartment."

"Lucille, your son is trying to run," Mac said urgently. "Any idea where he would go?"

There was silence on the end of the line. "Have you tried going north?" Lucille suggested finally. "He mentioned some friends in Toronto one time."

"Get an APB on Lewis's car," Mac commanded. "Tell Flack and Danny to go north. Get a chopper in the air."

"Already on it," Stella said, the phone to her ear.

"Yeah, Stel, go ahead..." Danny nodded intently. Adam sat behind him, stomach in knots. "Okay, we'll head that direction." He hung up and looked at Flack. "Turn here."

"He's goin' North?"

"If he hits the border..."

"He won't, they'll have to stop him, we've got an APB on him," Flack replied. He looked in the rearview, caught Adam's eye. "We'll stop him," he said reassuringly.

Only half of Adam's mind was on Ryan Lewis. The other...

Phoenix

Michael Ross took a menacing step towards his son. Adam stood, slightly trembling, but now he was more angry than anything. "What did you say to me...?"

"I said to leave her alone. Both of us," Adam replied, his voice wavering only slightly.

That was when Michael Ross took a swing at him. Adam had the good fortune to duck at just the right time. And then, he tackled his father around the knees. Michael collapsed to the tile floor in the kitchen, Adam on top of him. But then Michael got the upper hand, twisting so that now Adam was beneath him. Adam kicked hard with both knees, trying to dislodge him, but Michael Ross was a good hundred pounds heavier. He couldn't budge him. He thought he saw his mother grab his dad's shoulder, trying to pull him off. He shrugged her off easily, sending her into one of the kitchen chairs. She lay there, stunned.

Adam had seen his father plenty angry in the past. But the look on his face right now...he knew it was because Adam had finally gotten the nerve to stand up to him. And he didn't like his authority challenged. It was a completely different story when someone was fighting back.

And then his father's hands wrapped around his neck.

"Hey! Look up there!" Danny's voice interrupted his thoughts, jolting him back to reality.

Adam craned his neck through the front seats and peered out. Two Metro police cars had pulled over a black Honda Accord. "That's the Lewis's car," Adam said, scrambling to get out of the seatbelt. "That's them, that's them!"

Phoenix

He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fight his father off. The room swam, his vision blurred. And then he heard yelling. Loud voices. Suddenly, Michael's angry face was gone, replaced by the kitchen ceiling. He rolled onto his side, coughing. And a voice in his ear, telling him, "You're okay. You're safe now. It's all right. Nobody's gonna hurt you again."

Flack had slowed down now, and Adam didn't even wait for the car to stop before he was out of there. "Adam!" he heard Danny yell behind him, but he ignored it. Time seemed to run in slow motion as he darted up to the Accord...

-shoved his way past the two Metro cops...

"Easy!" he heard Flack yell behind him, "He's with us!"...

-flung open the passenger side door in the back...

...and Ryan Lewis tumbled into his arms. "I'm sorry!" Adam whispered breathlessly as Ryan clung for dear life to him again. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...You're okay now. You're safe again. Nobody's ever going to hurt you again."

"Nice talkin' to ya again, Jack," he heard Flack gloat from behind him as he started reading Jack Lewis his rights- the technicality his lawyer had found the first time around. Flack emphasized every word, too.

Danny came up to Adam and Ryan, placed a hand on Adam's shoulder. "Nice work, hero," he said. "You saved the day again."

Adam smiled wearily. "I had a lot of help," he said softly.

"So Ryan's living where now?"

Adam leaned back on the couch, and Kendall started playing with his shirt collar. "He's with an aunt in Queens. Danny was sick; joked that living in Queens wasn't any better."

"I hope you slugged him," Kendall replied.

"I beat him twice at pool at Sullivan's tonight, that was embarrassment enough for him," Adam replied, thinking of guy's night out earlier that evening. "Even Flack was impressed."

"He should be," Kendall said. Then she brightened. "Hey...so you don't work tomorrow?"

"Mac gave me a day to breathe," Adam confirmed.

Kendall smiled. "Good," she said as she untangled herself from the couch. She crossed the room and turned the living room lights off. The only light now came from the city outside through the window.

"What are you doing?" Adam asked her. "Where are you?"

Her voice rang out in the dark, "Use those superpowers you've got," she teased him. "Come get me, hero."

He grinned, knowing she couldn't see, as he got up from the floor. The hairs on the back of his neck were straight up. A line came to his head- My spider senses are tingling.

And then Kendall laughed from his room, and he realized it might not have been spider senses after all.

He took off after her. All in a day's work. Save the world...get the girl.

Author's Note: I just wanted to say thanks again. I have another story in mind, so look for it soon! Lots of supernatural, otherworldly things, just in time for Halloween! Constructive criticism is usually warranted and ALWAYS appreciated, so drop me a line! Or a word. Or...a bunch of letters jumbled together, doesn't matter.