Okay, a few things. I'm terribly sorry for such a long wait between updates guy! And as you can see I have changed the pairing for this story. I can't guarantee I won't do it again (Sorry!), but I have lots of fun shit in store for this story, so I hope you all keep reading and love it! I will also be making a few minor corrections to the first chapter soon. But nothing major, mostly just grammar and spelling, and clearing up a few things I things that didn't really make sense. This one will be a little short, but I wanted to at least get something to you guys. And I promise the boys will be in the next chapter!

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Truth Doesn't Make A Noise

Allison's face was blank, as void of emotion as always, when he sat down in front of her. Her hair was tangled and left unbrushed and the skin about her eyes drooped. She hadn't been sleeping, but then, that was nothing unusual. She took her seat just moments after he did, and he flashed her a friendly smile.

"Max," she greeted.

"How have you been, Allison?"

She flinched. She always did when he spoke her birth name. Max had been the one to give her her true name, but she knew well that he couldn't call her by it here. She'd heard it only once – the night he'd given it to her. Here, he always called her Allison. He came once a month or so, and his visits were always short. He was just checking up on her – checking up on his pet. Still, she gave him a small smile. Max was the only one she ever smiled for.

"Things don't change here, Max."

He gave a small laugh at that. "No, I suppose they don't." And then he leaned over and pulled a small basket up off the floor. He'd hidden it there behind him before she'd entered the room. He sat on the table with a small clunk and pushed it towards her. "I brought you something. Chocolate chip. Your favorite, am I right?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Muffins?"

"I can't bring my favorite niece something nice every once in a while?"

His cover for coming to see her. He was her dear uncle. He loved her dearly and simply did not believe here capable of the tragic end that had befallen her father. His "brother."

She picked up the one on top and bit into it. "Thank you." Try as she might, she couldn't stop the small sound that rose up from the back of her throat. Her mouth watered, and she took another bite. Prison food could never measure up to the treats Max occasionally brought her.

"There, I knew you'd like them," he said with the same goofy grin he always had when he came to see her plastered on his face.

She didn't let on about it, but she knew well enough that there was probably a reason for the gift, and so she laid the rest of the treat back on top of the basket. She look closer later, when there weren't two guard standing only a few feet away.

"You should sleep more, you know." He looked worried, but she knew better. She played along.

She smiled at him, an empty smile. "I'll try, Max."

"Nightmares?"

She nodded and looked down at the table. That much was true. She could fall asleep easy enough. The nightmares didn't wake her up, but a night of them would haunt her for days. So she simply deemed not to sleep – or to sleep as little as possible.

"Just keep talking to Dr. Thompson," Max told her. "He's here to help you. I wish you'd open up to him more." Always the concerned uncle.

"I'll try."

"Thata girl," he encouraged. He reached across the table, grabbed her hand and gave it a small squeeze.

It was all she could do not to cringe away. She didn't like being touched, not even by Max who was the closest thing she had to a friend in the world. Instead she gave him the warmest smile she could muster. She'd grown accustom to the loving exchange over the last few years. As far as she was concerned, the uncle lie was enough, but she wouldn't question Max.

"You take care of yourself, Allison. I'll come see you again soon. You need anything, you get them to give me a call."

"I will."

She let his hand go, and he scooted his chair back. The guards were behind her before Max could even stand up. She stood, hands behind her back, and one guard locked on the cuffs. The other eyed the muffin basket, picked it up and followed Allison and the first guard out the door.

Max shuffled out past them and a third guard escorted him back towards the front of the building. It was on this short trip that he saw her. Long blonde hair like her mothers, brown eyes like her father. He'd seen her the night before on the boardwalk. She walked past him without acknowledgment, her own escort moving only a few feet in front of her, and he smiled. It had been so long, but he recognize her anywhere.

The bars had just closed behind her when the guards took her back to the visitation room. She couldn't imagine who would come to see her; Max was the only one who ever did. There was a girl sitting in her uncles chair when she entered. The two guards removed the cuffs silently and allowed Allison to sit, though she noticed they stood a bit closer this time, apparently not trusting her with the newcomer.

Allison looked at the girl across from her. She was pretty, no doubt, and there was something familiar about her. The hair? The eyes? No, those were different, but she was sure she'd seen the face before. The girl was silent; she held her hands together tightly, and her lips had set themselves in a nervous quiver.

"Well?"

The girl started but gained some composure. She held out her hand. "I'm Hannah."

"What can I help you with, Hannah?" Her voice was flat, bored.

"Uhm... well.." She was wavering again. "I.. I uhh.."

Allison let out a sigh. "Look, Hannah, as you can see I'm a very busy person." She motioned around herself as if showing the younger girl all of the completely legitimate things she had to do. "I've got people to maim and muffins to eat. So if you wouldn't mind, I'd appreciate it if you'd just spit it out."

Confusion. Then irritation. But it worked. Hannah pushed a piece of paper across the table, and Allison picked it up.

"You have a copy of my birth certificate," she stated slowly. She took a moment to examine closer, running her fingers over the seal. "Why do you have a copy of my birth certificate?"

Hannah pushed another piece of paper towards her.

"And your birth certificate?"

"We have the same mother."

Allison looked at the two sheets to confirm this. "They're fake," she concluded and passed them back.

Hannah frowned. "They're not," she argued, but she leaned forward and pulled Allison's hands into her own. "Listen, Allie. I worked really hard to find you, and I really want to get to know you. I never knew I had a sister before, honest. I'd have been here if I did."

"Allie?" Allison pulled her hands from Hannah's, making sure her 'sister' saw as she wiped them on her pant legs.

Hannah gave her a nasty look, clearly offended. "I'm not a leper, Allie."

"And I'm not a killer."

"I know." She looked sad now.

"I was being sarcastic."

"I don't believe that."

"Good thing these guards are here then."

That was all it took. The guard stepped forward one recuffed her as the other gave Hannah a small smile. "We'll have to cut it short, ma'am. The guard in the hall will escort you back to the front of the building."

Hannah stood and faced her sister. "I won't give up on you, Allie. I'll come see you again soon, so take care of yourself."

Allison only had a moment before the door closed behind her. She sent the younger girl a pointed stare. "If you're going to keep showing up, then call me by my real name. It's Desdemona."