Okay, everyone, I had an idea. I haven't done an MC story in a while, and while I'm working on updating my others, I came up with this for ya'll, especially LoganBarekfan, for her pm. Enjoy, and please remember to review!

Disclaimer: Not mine!

This little oneshot is dedicated to LoganBarekfan, for her request for some new MC stuff from me. Thanks for reading, hon. Here ya go!

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I've grown up taught to believe and to have faith. My mother lived by the Bible, and so did my father, to an extent. My brother and I grew up going to church every Wednesday and Sunday, and we were always the leads in the annual Christmas and Easter plays, not to mention the choir. I never questioned it, because it was all I had ever known.

My first real test of faith came when my father was hospitalized after a near fatal heart attack, and again when my brother was in his car accident. But slowly, I began to question the whole concept of faith, despite my entire upbringing.

I've always been a stubborn woman, and my beliefs changed. How could I believe in something that caused me so much pain? I don't know.

But now, I'm sitting here in this tiny room, the walls closing in every second. My hands are shaking and covered in blood, and I'm trying as hard as I can to keep my faith. I've lost everyone else in my life, but somehow I've held onto my beliefs in a higher power. But if I lose him... I just don't know. I can't lose him.

In the past six hours, I've begged and pleaded, bargained and promised, anything and everything I can think of. I love him so much, and I didn't protect him. It was my job to keep him safe, and I failed. If I do lose him, maybe it's God's way of punishing me.

I stand up and begin pacing the incredibly small space, and something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention. There on a small table by one of the couches is a small, black Bible, and I walk over and pick it up, then open it. The words are all too familiar as I flip through it, and my head falls back as my fingertips run over the thin pages.

An unexplainable warmth rushes through my body, and with a tear, I hit my knee and bow my head, my eyes closing. "Please, God," I whisper, tears rolling down my cheeks. "I've kept my faith, as many times as you've tested me. I kept it even after you took my father, then my mother. Please... don't take him, too." The memory of the weight of him in her arms, the feel of his hand on her cheek... "I can't lose him. Please, I still need him so much."

I don't know how long I knelt there, praying silently, but suddenly the presence of someone else in the room interrupted me. Slowly standing up, I wipe my eyes and look at the man in the white coat.

"Are you here for Mike Logan?" he asks sympathetically.

I clear my throat and nodded. "Yes, I am," I confirm hoarsely.

He nods. "Well, it was rough for a while, but he's going to be just fine."

My legs took on a rubbery feel as relief burst through me.

He's going to be okay... He's going to be okay...

"He's in Recovery right now. You can see him if you want." He turns and waits for me to follow him.

I take a step after him, but when I reach the door, something makes me turn around. The Bible is sitting on the couch, and I smile a little as I again thank God for not taking him. I turn around again and follow the doctor out of the waiting room, unable to keep the smile off of my face.

Thank you, God.

The End

A/N: Well, there ya'll have it. I hope ya'll enjoyed this, and if anyone would like to see something from Mike's POV, or a sequel, just holler at me. And for those of you reading Betrayal, the next chapter is ready. Just holler. Thanks for reading, and please remember to review!