A/N: Hey! I'm back! BebopQueen is being an angel ((Yes, I know I am so sweet)) and posting yet another story by me! I had another idea, so I got started. Plus school is about to end (Finally!) and I will have a lot more time and my brain can finally rest. And by the way, congrats to Kevin and Lucy! Lucy's pregnant on the show! I was very happy. And Kevin fainting just about made my day.

Anyways, here we go. Please enjoy. I write for you guys (Plus myself. It's fun!)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

This story is kinda based on the song "Broken Wing" by Martina McBride, but it's not a song fic.

Title: With a Broken Wing

Genre: Drama

Rating: PG-13, mostly for later chapters

Summary: The yelling, the bruises, the cancelled plans. Is Lucy Kinkirk the only person who can see something wrong?

And one more note: Alyn's name is pronounced A-lyn with the 'A' sounding like 'A' and 'lyn' sounding like the name Lynn.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

"Alyn!" Lucy Kinkirk yelled, slamming her book bag to the floor. Her friend, Alyn Conner, looked up at her, alarmed. "Please! Please! Please tell me you have last week's notes!"

"Yea, calm down," Alyn laughed at her friend's anxiety. "Here," she handed Lucy the thick, blue spiral notebook that had been resting on her desk.

Lucy snatched it out of her hand gratefully and dug a pen out of her purse.

"I bow before you," Lucy joked, her voice exasperated. She quickly scribbled into her own red notebook, fully aware of the time. As she finished the last line, the door slammed shut, startling her. Lucy quickly thrust Alyn's spiral back to her, the professor now ready for class to begin.

Lucy Kinkirk was in her fourth and final year of college. Preparing to be a minister like her father, Lucy was excited about getting into action, having already decided to join her father at his church once she graduated.

Alyn Conner took Theology for her own knowledge. Her husband, Chris Conner, was already a successful lawyer, and had requested that when they had kids, Alyn would stay home with them. Because of this, she only took a few courses, Theology being one of them.

Lucy didn't understand why her friend's husband had forbidden her from graduating. She knew her own husband, Kevin Kinkirk, wouldn't have it any other way. He wanted Lucy to reach her dreams and be what she wanted to be, and that required going to school.

The two girls became friends soon after their first class. Now the year was nearly over.

"Thanks again," Lucy said gathering her books into her bag. Class had just ended and Lucy and Alyn were getting ready to leave.

"It was no problem," Alyn replied. "But the real question is, why weren't you in class last week?"

A slow smile crept across Lucy's face, her eyes still focused on her hands as she snapped her bag closed.

"I could have been sick, or I could have had an emergency meeting with another professor," she answered, playfully sounding convincing. "Or I could have been playing hooky"

"Lucy Kinkirk!" Alyn whispered, laughing. "Why in the world would you, of all people, ditch class?"

"Well," Lucy smiled slyly, dragged Alyn out into the hallway "Kevin surprised me! It was our anniversary and he had the whole day planned for us. We went to the park and had a picnic lunch together. Then we just walked around the lake, holding hands, talking. And then, we went to a movie. It was like we were dating again basically because we were making- out in the theater."

The girls snickered as they made their way through the double- doors, the cool April breeze greeting them with open arms.

"We had the best time, and I figured one class couldn't hurt. I mean, he did take the day off for me, and it was our anniversary," Lucy reasoned.

"That's completely understandable," Alyn agreed, "although the professor probably wouldn't agree."

"It's not like he knows if we're there or not," Lucy said. "Trust me, this was so much better than class."

Alyn smiled, happy that her friend had found such a wonderful guy. She had always envied Lucy's life. Alyn had met Kevin and he was just as wonderful as Lucy had described him. He seemed like one of those guys who would be very serious about his work, but at the same time also willing to forget about his career to spend time with his wife.

The tree stump Alyn's foot hit caught her attention, as her books went flying across the lawn.

"Whoa, you ok?" Lucy asked, catching Alyn's arm before she plummeted to the ground. With Lucy's help, Alyn hoisted herself back up onto her feet and began to gather her books back into her book bag.

"Yea, I'm fine," she answered quickly, grinning slightly at her clumsiness. Catching a glimpse of her watch, she noticed the time.

"Oh shoot," she whispered, slamming her last book into her bag. "I gotta go. Bye Lucy!"

As Alyn ran across the lawn to her car, Lucy watched her, confused.

Alyn pulled into the driveway of the one-story white house she shared with her husband. She hesitated before getting out of the car, sighing loudly.

She knew what was coming.

Alyn silently slid through the kitchen door and closed it behind her. She prayed Chris was asleep. Maybe she could get dinner ready before he woke up. That would make him happy.

Cautiously opening the refrigerator door, she looked excessively for something quick to serve. Suddenly, a strong hand twisted its fingers around her hand, slamming the refrigerator shut. Alyn closed her eyes and clenched her mouth shut, trying hard not to scream. With the handle of the refrigerator digging into her palm, pain surged up and down her arm. The man's hand did not lighten its grip.

"Your late," Chris whispered icily into Alyn's ear.

"I'm . . .I'm sorry," she stammered, still fighting back her tears. "Class ran long."

"You realize the only reason I even let you take a class is so people won't get suspicious of anything," he said, his voice frighteningly calm. Alyn swallowed nervously and nodded. "But there is nothing suspicious going on here, now is there?"

"Of course not," she whispered, gasping for air as he finally released her hand.

"Now that's a good girl," Chris grinned evilly, leaning over slightly. Alyn kissed his cheek, as she was instructed to do everyday. Rubbing her hand, Alyn made her second attempt to find some food in the refrigerator to please her demanding husband as he stood, watching her every move.

He said she would never fly. Only angels knew how.

A/N: I really hope you like this story. It's interesting to write and I hope it holds your interest.