In this chapter, we're back to the original timeline. Hope you enjoy!

Sleepless nights weren't new to Chloe. The graffiti 'I can't sleep' written on her wall was enough indication. She kept thinking about what happened yesterday.

She should have seen it coming. Rachel was loved by everyone. She was perfect. Why would she stay with someone like her? Knowing that didn't help her feel better.

Her room was a mess. Posters and photos lying at every part of the room. A small example of the chaos caused by her feelings and depressing thoughts. She stared at one of the posters she made. Her hands were gripping it tightly.

"Some angel, huh?" She muttered then crashed the paper and threw across the room. "You were using me, weren't you? And once you got tired of me you left! Just like Dad, just like Max!" She stopped and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She glanced at the clothes folded on her chair.

Her expression softened. Ever since Max came back, she felt more at ease. She did abandon her… however she also came back and saved her life.

Chloe never felt this conflicted before.

She knew she had no right to blame her for Rachel's actions, but it was easier to be angry at someone, than to accept the truth. She knew Max was right, she couldn't blame people for the shitty things happening in her life.

She sighed and picked her phone. There was no call or message from Max ever since their fight.

That familiar fear took over again.

"She's tired from your shit, Price." She shook her head and didn't let the thought consume her. She called her friend, and waited as anxiety start it to eat her veins.

No response.

"Fuck." She cursed and left her room. She started driving to Blackwell, trying not to let her fears get to her. Her mind won't let her have some peace.

This time she parked neatly, instead of taking over the handicap's spots. The last thing she wanted was Max scolding her. She spotted the brown haired boy from Monday.

"Hey! You're Warren, right?" She approached him.

"Oh! You're Max's…friend." He rubbed his neck and smiled awkwardly. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

The punk smirked at his reaction. She sent him a text right after the dare and told him he was out the loop. Did he actually believe it?

"I was looking for Max. Have you seen her?"

"No, not since yesterday. She came back really upset, and didn't talk to me." He said and looked down like a sad puppy.

"Thanks." Chloe muttered and headed to the girl's dorm. She wouldn't ignore the thoughts haunting her.

What if Max hates her now? What if something happened to her?

It took her a moment to figure out which room was Max's. She knocked on the door hoping that the brunette would let her in.

"Max? Are you in there-"She stopped when she noticed that the door was slightly open. "What the fuck?" She muttered and opened the door.

Her heart stopped.

Max was lying on the floor, her face was drowning in blood. Some of the blood was dried, but the rest looked recent.

"Fuck! No! Max please be okay!" She rushed to her and pulled her in her arms. She could feel her blood running cold and her hands shaking at the sight. "C'mon, please wake up! Please!"

Chloe felt her heart break into a million piece of glass. Nothing could compare to the pain she felt in that moment. It wasn't hard to put two and two together. The time traveler only gets nosebleeds when she over uses her powers.

She pushed her too much.

She hugged her tightly, hoping that her words would get to her. "C'mon super Max, wake up. I'm sorry for all the shit I said… please wake up."

She pulled away when she heard a groan.

Max opened her eyes and stared at her in confusion, before pulling away from the girl's arms.

"I… Let me find something to wipe that blood." Chloe said and started searching.

Max leaned against the bed and stared at the familiar yet different room. Her eyes wandered from the plant beside her to the guitar resting against the sofa. She felt finger tips touching and looked at the blue haired girl who was cleaning her face.

The photographer found it hard to focus. The pain was gone, but she still felt dizzy. She felt as if she was torn up from her body. That didn't mean that she didn't recognize those blue eyes.

Their light wasn't as bright as it used to be, but they were still the same.

"Chloe…?" She said quietly. Her heart was beating so strongly that it could burst out of her ribcage.

"Who else would it be?" Chloe answered, looking worried. "Time travel doesn't cause amnesia… does it?" She laughed nervously.

"Oh no… this isn't happening! This must be some fucked up dream."She closed her eyes hoping that everything would disappear. "Blue hair… this must be the other reality." She sighed and opened her eyes only to find Chloe still staring at her in concern. "I'm going to ask you some questions, and you'll answer me, okay?"

Chloe was about to say something then stopped and nodded instead.

"What happened to Kate Marsh?"

"Well she tried to jump off the roof but you stopped her." Chloe answered and stared at her as if she grew a second head.

"Oh fuck." Max let out then noticed a photo on the floor, her eyes widened and she cleared her throat before speaking again. "I'm not your Max." She admitted.

Chloe stared at her for a full minute.

"What the fuck do you mean?!" She snapped, angrily. "What kind of sick joke is this?"

"Well okay, let me rephrase that." Maxine said, annoyed by the situation. "I'm not the Max from your timeline. Your Max fucked up and now she's stuck in my timeline while I'm stuck in hers. Is that clear or do I need to repeat it? And lower your voice, I have a headache."

The silence was certainly awkward.

Maxine felt a pair of hands touching her face. She raised an eyebrow at the punk. "What are you doing?"

"I'm checking if you have a fever." Chloe answered. "That shit is nonsense."

"Are you done feeling me up?"

"Just shut up for a second."

"I can think of a way to shut me up." Maxine's eyes stared at her lips. She smirked at the punk's surprise and blushing face.

"Wait, what?" Chloe blurted out and pulled away, looking anywhere but at her. She did tease Max a few times, but when the tables are turned, she becomes a stuttering mess.

She's a disgrace to the great punk's spirits. They must be glaring at her now.

"I really feel cheated that my other inferior self didn't tell about how… hot you are." Maxine gave her a cocky smile. "Smoking hot actually. The blue hair makes it even better."

Maxine used flirt. It is very effective.

"O-okay. You're not Max." Chloe stuttered and looked away. She never thought she would feel this nervous because of mere flirting, but this was Max, well not Max but another Max but still Max. The thought gave her a headache. "Fuck, I'm not used to this shit."

"It only took that to convince you?" The time traveler raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Other me should step up her game. This method is very effective."

"Why did she do it?" Chloe asked, her voice small and weak.

She knew she fucked up somehow. That Max is gone because of her.

Maxine rolled her eyes and looked away. She didn't want to admit that her former best friend's weak and broken voice was like a punch to the guts. "She told me that she travelled through a photo and prevented William from dying just to fix your miserable life. However in MY timeline, you're paralyzed. Kate is dead! But don't worry you're Amber girl is there. What a wonderful reality!" She answered harshly.

The punk just stared at the photo lying around –Which Maxine didn't notice until now- then left the room in a rush.

The photographer sighed and closed her eyes. She wondered if she could still communicate with her other self.

"Maxine Caulfield, status report!" She thought, hoping for a message in return.

"What do you want?" Max's voice answered. It was tired and sore, but it was still an answer.

She let out a sigh of relief. At least she wasn't alone in this fucked up situation. "I think I just woke up in your universe. I also met Chloe."

"What?!" Her counter-part voice grew urgent. "How is she?"

"Of course you'd fucking ask that." Maxine replied in mock offence and started to look through the stuff in the room. "Nothing like: Hey! How are you my dear superior self? Are you hurt? I missed you! Are you enjoying my awful sense of fashion…? Wait… Is that a fucking Resident Evil shirt?"

"Haha, Fuck you."

"Ugh, that's gross, why would you even suggest that? " She smiled when she heard her counter-part groaning. She then looked for an outfit since her current clothes were a bloody mess. "To answer your question, your girlfriend is fine. She seems upset about our situation. I told her everything."

"She's not my… forget it. Look, please look after her. I'll find a way to fix this."

"Why should I?"

"Please."

The conversation ended and the photographer felt lost. The last time –kind of- she saw Chloe, she was asking her or them to end her life. Now she found herself with another version of Chloe and it was confusing.

One probably hates her now, and the other doesn't want anything to do with her.

She felt the ghost of the punk's finger tips burning against her face.

She shook her head and changed into ripped jeans, a long black hoodie and a black shirt. She had to admit, they were indeed comfortable. She then looked through her phone and read the messages to understand her relationship with the others.

She's till a snoop in every reality. Does it count as snooping if you're looking through your alternate self's stuff?

There were lots of hostile messages from an unknown number, and few passive-aggressive ones from Victoria. She forgot how tsundere she is. The next one was from Kate and she almost felt like throwing up while reading it. The violent memory of broken limbs and the smell of blood was still fresh. The next ones were from Warren.

"How many messages does this guy have to send? Someone's desperate… wait, what does he mean Chloe told him he's out of the loop?" She focused on the message. "I will investigate later."

She then saw Chloe's messages, she took more time to read them.

"To think that I got rid of you… you're always haunting me." Maxine muttered then picked up the photo from the floor. "What a request that was. You're so selfish, always selfish."

She heard a knock and turned to see the blue haired girl staring at her with an unreadable expression and carrying something.

"I… I got you food. I figured that you haven't eaten in a while." Chloe explained.

Well, she didn't eat for a day, since she was 'kind of' passed out.

"I told you I'm not your Max. You don't have to act kind to me." Maxine stated and crossed her arms.

"I'm not acting okay?" Chloe's tone became defensive. "You're still Max… let's say I'm just reuniting with my old best friend."

"Huh. That's funny. You want something form me. There's always something! You want to use my powers to find Rachel Amber, is that it?"

"I want Max back! Okay?" Chloe snapped and looked away. "I was a dick to her. She was trying to help but I pushed her away. I just want you to find a way to fix this. Please." She said then stared at the brunette.

Maxine wanted to look anywhere but into those blue eyes. They were hurt and sad.

"No, I won't go through that again." She thought and looked at the photo.

She didn't know if she could use it like her counter-part did. She could even create another timeline if she wasn't careful. It was too risky.

She saw Chloe about to leave and she felt her body move on its own. She caught the punk's hand in a tight grip.

"Until I figure it out. I'm going to help you. Nathan is dangerous and I don't want Max to screw me over if I let you get hurt." She said and mentally cursed herself for doing this.

Chloe's eyes lit up immediately. "Thank you! I owe you!"

"How about a kiss?" Maxine offered with her usual smirk, which made the punk blush and move away.

"We forgot the food!" Chloe ignored her and stepped inside.

"What did I get myself into?" Maxine said under her breath. "Curse you Max Caulfield. I mean other Max Caulfield."

This was AU Max's POV, she will be referred as Maxine to avoid confusion. The next chapter should be from Max's POV.

