A/N: Sequel time! We're picking up where we left off. What I might do is make this story about 5 chapters long then make one more story in this series that will be about 5 chapters as well.

IF YOU HAVE NOT READ JESSIE'S MESS, READ IT FIRST!

Last time in Jessie's Mess

"Oh, Tony, don't be jealous. We don't even know who it is!" She let go of Tony's hand and entered the kitchen. "Oh my gosh, Kellen!" she yelled as she ran to hug the boy in fatigues.

"Jessie! I haven't seen you since I was your age. I missed you so much," the mystery boy said. Jessie was in tears.

"But they said you were dead! I don't understand! But you're here!"

"I thought I was dead too. Afghanistan is hell on earth."

"Excuse me, what is going on?" Tony stood impatiently at the door.

"Oh, Kellen, this is my boyfriend and the father of my child, Tony." She sniffed. "Tony, this my cousin. Kellen Hendrix. He has been my best friend since I was born. He 5 when I was born. He went into the military when he was 19."

"Oh. In that case, nice to meet you Kellen!" Tony shook the soldier's hand.

"Protective. Good. Stay that way. You better not hurt my cousin, you hear? Don't let anyone else hurt her either."

"Uh, yes sir," Tony stammered.

"Okay, I'm still confused," Jessie said, trying to calm her frazzled nerves. She was very shaken by the sight of the cousin she thought to be long dead.

"You might wanna sit. Out of all the scary stories I've ever told you, this one is gonna be the scariest." Kellen took a deep breath and started to relive the terrifying tale that was his life a few short years ago. "When I was 21, there was huge explosion at our base camp. It was set to detonate right beside the bunks. Everyone was down at the lake that night. I went back to grab a drink. I was the only one hurt and it took them a while to find me. I was legally dead when they did. They resuscitated me but I had permanent damage to my left leg and my face was beyond recognition." Jessie let out a sob at the thought.

"But how can I *sniff* recognize you then?" she asked.

"Three surgeries to reconstruct my face. They didn't know if I would make it. My parents received word that there was an explosion and that I couldn't be found. Since the base camp location was compromised, no more letters were sent out. They had a memorial service, as you know, and had to get past it. But I was in a rehab center in France and was basically forgotten about. I got an infection in my injured leg and they had to amputate it."

"No…" Jessie whispered. Kellen pulled up his pants leg. He had a bionic leg. "Oh my gosh, Kel! Wait, if you were released from the military, why are you wearing your fatigues?"

"This is all I had left. After a few years of rehab, they apparently remembered they had a soldier in France that needed to be sent home. I got to New York yesterday and I'm headed to Texas tomorrow to see my parents. If all goes well I might come back to New York to find a job and be near you."

"Aw, Kellen. You don't have to do that."

"But I want to be close to my favorite cousin and my best friend. And when do I get to meet this child of yours?"

"You can meet her in the morning. She's asleep right now." Jessie gestured upstairs.

"What's her name?" he asked.

"Robin Elizabeth."

"After Gran?"

"Yup." Jessie smiled. She had thought she wouldn't ever see Kellen again. "I can't believe this. It's like you're back from the dead."

"It feels like I am."

"I missed you, Kellen."

"I missed you too, Jess."

A/N: Okay, first chappie of the new story! Notice the name? Rhymes with Jessie's Mess! Mindblown. I named Kellen after one of my favorite kids ever. Happy Father's Day! I need ideas! And reviews. Lots of reviews!