AN: Hey, so, my newest Fic. I really gotta stop writing sad ones about this ep. Anyway I hope you enjoy it, please send me reviews, let me know what you think. Thanks for reading.
Etta couldn't tell what was the most painful, the bullet wound in her chest or the fact that the Observers were yet again taking her from her family. She grasped onto the bullet around her neck, the bullet that saved the world as she slid to the floor, removing the chain from its home and held onto it tightly. She heard the footsteps of her parents and grandfather before she saw them running towards her; her father desperately trying to stop the bleeding, her mother sitting by her side, looking as if she were in shock and her grandfather at her feet, his eyes misting with tears.
Etta wasn't going to allow them to risk their lives to get her out, she had worked far too hard at searching and getting them out of the amber for them to have them risk it all for her. She knew that they would refuse to leave her, they were an incredibly stubborn family, but she had a plan. She knew it would hurt them, how could it not but she had no other choice, they had to get out of there, it wouldn't be long before the observers arrived and she refused to allow for them to be captured because of her.
It was all a rush of emotion as she noticed Walter looking at her, the tears silently falling down his cheeks. The two hadn't had much time to talk in the month she had been with her family, but she had known from the moment she had seen him in that slab of amber that he was her crazy her grandpa Walter; the man who'd share his red vines with her and let her help him milk the cow.
Looking to her mother, her beautiful mother, the woman she looked so much like, she placed the bullet into her hand, setting the antimatter bomb with the other, her plan to get them out of the building and to safety. Etta smiled weakly as her mum told her how much she loved her, muttering an I know in return and even though she knew her mother had had some difficulty in accepting that she was no longer the little girl she had last seen her as. Etta still knew that she loved her with all she had and even after everything she was still her Mama, the woman who used to sing to her whenever she couldn't sleep.
Etta knew they had seen the bomb and more importantly she knew they were running out of time. She was about to say something to them when she felt her father wrap his arms around her as he had that night on the train, except this time his hold felt more desperate and she could feel the tears he was crying as they fell on the top her head. She let her head fall to his chest, taking in the feeling of being in her father's arms for the last time, feeling as if she was three years old again as her daddy read her a bed time story.
Suddenly hearing the muffled sound Walter telling Olivia and Peter that they had to go, the pain evident in Walter's voice. She felt her father gently set her back against the support of her wall, both of her parents placing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
Etta knew she was just about of time when the observers found her, as the timer counted down towards zero, all she felt was the love her family and given her while Walter, Olivia ad Peter watched from a distance as the building simply disappeared, taking their daughter and granddaughter along with it and bringing more grief into the already broken world.
