So this is the Christmas Special that was won by my Guest Reader JP. JP wanted a Christmas Carol one shot. I couldn't quite get into the whole Christmas Carol as Five-0 characters, but I did come up with Three one shots, a Christmas Past, a Christmas Present, and a Christmas Future, instead that I hope you guys will enjoy just as much. So this story is dedicated to JP… you've always been one of my nicest readers and the one that I get excited to hear from. Not to mention you're the best encourager there is. So Merry Christmas to you. Merry Christmas to all my Rewrite readers, I appreciate every single one of you. I hope you enjoy these stories and I'd love to know which one was your favourite!

A Rewrite Christmas

AvalonReeseFanFics

A/N: Alright, we got a little bit of a glimpse into Rowan's past. We're going to see what Christmas is like at her house, and yes this is Cannon, it did happen in her back story. We're going to meet some new people, hopefully you guys like it! Tell me what you guys think! Don't forget to tell me which one you liked best!

1. Christmas Past

Sweet Silver Stars

Rowan awoke to snow cascading outside her window. The flakes were huge which meant soft snow, great for skiing. She wasn't up, she was lounging in the warmth of her bed, taking her time before she had to get up and be cold. Nothing was more comfortable than lounging under a heating blanket while the world took its time to come to you.

She stretched out her body, she basked in the soft light coming through her windows, she rolled around and wrapped herself up in the warmth as to not lose it. She watched the flakes fall, she listened to the sounds of her house and concluded she was the last one awake. Well, they could wait for her. They always waited for her.

"OI!"

Rowan groaned, but took the pillow that was lobbed at her to the face like a fucking champ. She didn't have to open her eyes to know it was Trevor who was attacking her that morning.

"Stop hibernating and wake up. I have pair of Beats I want to open up," he cried.

"I never said I bought you headphones!" Rowan snapped throwing the pillow at him. Trevor dodged the pillow and instead let it sail out into the hallway. "I love you. But not 500-dollar-Beats-by-Dre love you."

"I've been dropping mad hints that I wanted them for three months. Someone would have been smart enough to get them for me," he said sticking a tongue out at her. "Now hurry up or I'll open up your gifts for you."

He disappeared into the hallway as Rowan shouted: "You better not!"

She knew he wouldn't. But as his laughter hit her ears and she struggled to get on her ugly Christmas sweater and her reindeer slippers, as per Pierce Family tradition, she felt that panic she felt every time he used that threat on her since she was five.

"Mom!" she howled as she slid out into the hallway. "Don't let Trevor open my presents!"

"For god-sake the two of you are in your twenties. Will you stop acting like children!" her mother cried from where ever she was downstairs. Kay so her mom was going to be no help in this situation and knowing her dad he was in the garage tinkering with another one of his inventions. So, it was going to be up to her.

She was halfway down the stairs when she launched herself over the railing, landing neatly on her feet in front of Trevor. She quickly pushed him away before rushing towards the tree to protect her presents.

"Mom! Rowan jumped off the landing again!" Trevor shouted after her retreating back.

"I did not, it was just off the stairs," Rowan replied to his lies.

"For god sake, child, you just got your leg out of a cast and you're jumping off things? You want to break the other leg?" her mother chided. She came out of the kitchen carrying cocoa and wearing her own ugly Christmas sweater of bright red and muted navy blues.

"Kay, my leg has been fully healed for five months, if it can take triple flip jump, then it can handle me jumping from the stairs," Rowan said taking her mug from her mother and smile. "Thanks, momma."

Trevor was next to take his mug. "Thanks momma," he echoed adding a kiss on her cheek like the suck up he was. "Is someone going to get dad?"

All eyes turned to Rowan, as if she were the only one would could pull that man out of the garage. Sighing she put down her mug, she pointedly pointed a warning finger at Trevor and growled: "Don't you touch my presents," before she skipped over to the door that lead from the house to the garage. She poked her head in and found her dad in his own bright green and muted navy-blue ugly Christmas sweater.

"Dad it's time for presents," she called. His head whipped up, he had a pen marks in his stubble and pencils in his messy dark brown hair and fog on his glasses.

"Oh, hey there princess, I thought I heard trouble brewing," he said. Rowan shook her head, when anyone else said it they meant it in a bad way, but her father never meant it that way. "I'll be there in just a few seconds. I have to finish calibrating this."

"Can it wait, daddy?" she asked. "I wanna see if you like what I got you this year."

She put on her cutest puppy-dog pout that always melted her dad's heart. With a sigh he put down his screwdriver, picked up a discarded mug of what was probably cocoa and came towards her. When he got into the house, he put an arm over her shoulder and pulled her close.

"And I can't wait to see if you like what me and your mother picked out," he said. Rowan tucked her head into his shoulder. She had missed this.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

This was the first Christmas that she and Trevor had been home in two and half years. Having been dragged around the country in witness protection waiting until they could testify. Being witnesses to a string of bank robberies, being forced to drive for a pair of Russian siblings determined to take on the world and set up their family's mafia in Canada because her brother owed them millions of dollars in gambling debts, had taken them very far away from their family. Now that Roman and Irina Stepanov were behind bars, their witness statements were given in court and the Mafia officially disbanded and kicked back to Russia, Rowan and Trevor were finally free to be home.

Which meant the first Christmas dinner as a family in two and half years. And best believe Rowan was super excited for it. The Pierce family was treating this as a special occasion. Which meant fancy outfits under ugly Christmas sweaters and dates.

Rowan did not have a date, but she had a best friend. Sarah Ashley Isley had lived down the street from them since Rowan's family had moved to Victoria when she was thirteen. Following a certain… incident that Rowan liked to not talk about, that her family made a habit of pretending never happened. Sarah was probably the second thing she missed most when she was away. Sarah had been there when Rowan got off the plane in Toronto to testify. And there had been nothing Rowan and Trevor's handler, Malcolm, could do to keep her from jumping the line at security and hugging them both.

Sarah was such a fixture in the Pierce house that she didn't even have to knock. She let herself in and pounded right up to where Rowan was getting ready. They were even dressed up similarly. Rowan was wearing a velvet black dress, with her black Home Alone ugly Christmas sweater, while Sarah was wearing the same dress in a hunter green with a green ugly Christmas sweater all decked out like a Christmas tree. Complete with green tinsel, and small hanging ornaments.

She looked over Rowan's dismal attempt at putting on make-up and tsked at her. "What have you done to your face?"

"Okay, listen here Miss-the-next-famous-beauty-vloger, just cause my face doesn't look just like yours doesn't mean I've done it badly," Rowan snapped pointing her make up brush at her. She knew enough to be passable, but Sarah knew everything from perfect contouring to perfect winged eyeliner.

Sarah smiled at her. "Kay, you've got a good foundation, I'll do the rest, fix you up right," she said to her taking the make up from her and going to work.

"I'm not trying to impress anyone you know," Rowan reminded her.

Sarah, who was busy paying attention to what she was doing, just smiled at her and said: "You always gotta put your best face forward. Not to mention, Malcom's coming and you know how we feel about him."

Yes, there was a lot of bad blood between Rowan and Malcom, which meant that Sarah had bad blood with him in solidarity alone. As their handler, Malcom put a lot of effort into making sure Rowan and Trevor were safe. Trevor made it easier than Rowan did, mainly because Trevor was smitten but Rowan was not and she tended to be a bit of a holy terror when she was bored. And being in witness protection was almost 85% boring or more. That led Malcom to being very stern and frustrated all of the time.

He got so mad at her one time that he actually handcuffed her to a radiator. Coincidentally that was Malcom and Trevor's first big fight and first break up. They were living in Stockholm at the time, funnily enough, and as no one was allowed to leave the house Trevor and Malcolm made up quickly. The same could not be said for Malcolm and Rowan.

But he was officially dating Trevor now, which meant they had to be nice. Well… she didn't have to be fully nice, she could still be snarky, but she wasn't allowed to be at her full capacity of mean. Rowan would have to pull her punches. She hated doing that. Mainly cause if she got mad enough she'd forget to do just that.

"I promised Trevor we'd be nice," Rowan reminded her.

"And I have already told you that you don't speak for me," Sarah answered absently.

"You better be nice!" Trevor snapped, the red Beats Rowan had got him around his neck. He didn't have them attached to anything they were a fashion accessory at this point. Rowan was alittle worried he wasn't going to take them off at all. "Malcom went in to get himself tested for Evolet, you have to be nice."

Evolet Isley was Sarah's daughter and Rowan's god daughter. Now turning four, she had been diagnosed with a form of blood disease Rowan couldn't pronounce. Everyone got tested to see if they were a match, but no one was so far. Which meant some real drama was going to come down the way soon if Sarah had to tell Evolet's real father that she was his kid after all, and not his best friend's as she had told him… you know to save his marriage. It was a messed up situation and it was great that Rowan was back to help her navigate it.

Sarah glanced over her shoulder to where Trevor was glaring at her. "Fine. I'll be nice. But if he rags on Rowan he's getting the claws, you got me?" Sarah asked.

"If he rags on Rowan he's going to get dumped," Trevor answered and the disappeared down the hallway.

"He better follow through," Sarah snapped returning to Rowan's face. "I'm going to hold him to that."

"Uh… how is Evvie doing?" Rowan asked.

"She's with her dad and his parents for Christmas. She acts like she's feeling better than she is," Sarah answered. Not her real dad, the dad Sarah said was her dad but wasn't. It was hard to keep up, but only Rowan and Sarah knew the truth. For now. Rowan nodded and got a line of eyeliner down her cheek and had Sarah groaning. "Don't move you're damn face, woman!"

"Sorry," Rowan intoned, trying not to smile. "Can you fix it?"

"Of course, I can fix it," Sarah said. "Once I'm done with your eyes, I'll deal with it."

"Thanks," Rowan whispered. She had missed this. She really, really, really had.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Malcolm came into the house and the whole energy changed. Dinner was ready, everyone was in Ugly Christmas Sweaters, except Malcolm, who, even though he got the message, had refused to comply. He came in a nice button-down blue shirt, tailored black pants and even pointier shoes.

He stuck out.

Rowan's family was well-off, but they weren't that fancy. Her father, Trenton Pierce, was a well-respected Cosmologist researching the existence of alternate realties. He was always creating these new gadgets like Tony Stark, except they only proved the existence of some sort of proton that was connected to jumping between realities. He was currently working on a device that could latch onto something with energized protons and pull it through to him. Her mother, Roselyn Pierce was a philanthropist and a psychologist. She spent a lot of time writing books and running charities. This year's charity was for the Children's Hospital… in support of Evolet. But they weren't fancy. They were pretty down to earth.

Which was why everyone in the house was wearing ugly Christmas sweaters, her father was wearing reindeer antlers, Rowan and Trevor were in matching reindeer slippers, her mother had a Santa's hat and Sarah had elf ears and Rowan's paper crown from the morning. Yeah there was fancy dress underneath, but on the surface they were nothing but a bunch of goofballs.

Everyone was staring at Malcolm and he seemed to realized that he done goofed. Rowan and Sarah leant into each other and tried not to laugh. It wasn't funny, but it was typical of Malcolm, doing whatever he wanted and then feeling super awkward about it.

"Where's your sweater?" Trevor asked as he took Malcolm's coat to hang up.

"I didn't think it was a necessity," he hissed.

"I told you it was a necessity. We have ugly Christmas sweater parties. I told you. It's a Pierce family tradition," Trevor hissed.

"I thought that was just in the morning. Not during the actual Christmas dinner," Malcolm snapped back. "Besides you told me to come dressed up, what's the point of dressing up if I'm putting an Ugly Christmas sweater on?"

"Oh my god, you're ridiculous," Rowan said trying not to giggle. "We have extra, come on, we'll pick you out one that suits you."

As she walked past, she whispered: "I'll fix it," to Trevor who let his breath out in a shaky sigh. He was super worried about this dinner going well. It was the first time Trevor was bringing a boyfriend home. Of course, both their parents knew he was gay, but up until recently Trevor had only been dating closeted guys. Which made it hard to bring them over for family dinners.

She took Malcolm's hand and dragged him to her parents' room. She rooted through her dad's drawer and pulled out several options.

"I didn't really know, you know," Malcolm said to her.

Rowan pinned him with a dry look. "We told you. We were pretty explicit," she said. His glare darkened and she reminded herself that she had promised to be nice and tried to smile at him. "It's alright. We all know how you do with taking orders. Here, pick one and put it over top of your shirt. Okay?"

Malcolm nodded and Rowan left him to make his decision. Poor Malcolm. He was new to the whole gay life, he had come out to his parents, been sort of outed at work by an incident with her and Trevor and he was still coming to terms with that. He had no need to question his sexual orientation until he was spending day in and day out with Trevor and her. He often joked that Rowan's insanity was what drove him to men. She knew he was joking, or at least retaliating against her snarkiness but it still hurt.

Mainly because she was alone and the only man she was interested in was fictional. Ah Steven McGarrett. If he were a real person, she'd be all over that. Not that Alex O'Loughlin wasn't hot, but he was married and she was no home wrecker. And there was no guarantee that good only Alex was anything like the steamy, self-righteous, over protective Steven McGarrett. Ugh, that man just oozed sex. The shirtless episodes were always her favourites, followed closely by any episode where Steve pulled off an insane stunt. Nothing was hotter than a sweat drenched, blood flecked, crooked grinning, cocky and confident Steven McGarrett.

But where was she going to find herself one of those in real life? Huh? And even if she did, why would he want her? She wasn't a beauty like Sarah, or the life of the party like Trevorn, the only thing Rowan could do was skate, sing, bake, and sometimes, when the occasion called for it, turn into a complete and utter psycho bitch. Not good for landing your dream guy… even if he's fictional.

Rowan and Sarah helped set out the food, and by the time dinner was ready, Malcolm was back in the living room, wearing a green and red poinsettia themed sweater and talking it up with her father, as Trevor stood beside him. With the spread ready, everyone took their places. Her parents at either end of the table, Rowan and Sarah on one side, Trevor and Malcolm on the other.

They were part way through the meal when her father made the comment. One that no one expected, one that shut down the snark fest Rowan and Malcolm had gotten embroiled in, but not in the way that anyone had wanted. "It's so nice that Trevor made a new friend when he was away the last two years. But I think we both know you're really here for Rowan. Better make a solid move, flirting through sarcasm and thinly veiled insults will not make her aware of your intentions."

Everyone went silent. They stared at him. Her father thought Malcolm was interested in her? What the hell.

"Daddy… Malcolm and I… we don't get along," Rowan told him.

"Well I assume that it's because he can't articulate his feelings well, what is it your mother is always saying? That boys use, defense mechanisms to express their feelings… uh which one is it honey?" he asked his wife, but her mother was just staring at him with nothing short of horror on her face. Leaving poor ol'Trenton Pierce to figure it out on his own. "I think it's reaction formation. Either way, I'm assuming Rowan makes you super nervous because you're being terribly rude to her and I'm assuming it's because you don't know how to tell her like a normal human being. So are you too proud or just trying to deny it?"

"No, it's not like that. Malcolm's not mean to me because he likes me, he's mean to me because he doesn't like me," "—I never said I don't like you…" "—Shut up, Mal. Look, he's not here for me… he's not my… anything."

"Wait, so this contempt isn't an act?" Trenton asked. "What hell is your problem? If you don't like my daughter what are you hanging around you them so much for?"

Silence hit the table, all eyes were on them. Rowan didn't know what to say. Didn't her father know? Wasn't it obvious?

"Dad… I'm… I'm gay…" Trevor said. "Malcolm's my boyfriend."

"GAY?!" Her father thundered. "What the… why did… why are you only telling me this now? At dinner of all things. You trying to kill me with the shock?"

"Telling you now? Dad I told you ages ago!" Trevor cried.

"What? No, you didn't," her father snapped. "I think I would definitely remember you telling me you were into men."

"I did though. You said: that's great!" Trevor argued.

"When?"

"Five years ago. I came into your lab, you were working on those protons. You had you face glued to that ion reader and I told you then… you were super positive about it." Trevor said.

Oh god. Rowan knew what happened. Her father, when he got on those rolls, sort of lost touch with reality. He forgot birthdays, anniversaries, school plays, sometimes he even forgot to eat… or bathe. He must have been so into whatever he was doing at the time that he didn't realize what Trevor was saying.

"… That was you?" her father asked in a soft voice. "I thought that was Paul."

Or he didn't realize it was Trevor at all.

"Paul, your grad student Paul?" Trevor echoed. "You thought I was Paul?"

"Well yeah. I mean, I thought it was super weird that he chose to come out to me of all people, and he never mentioned it again," her father said in an absent tone as he obviously thought it over.

"Honey, you went to Paul's wedding last year," her mother reminded him with a frustrated sigh. Oh what her mother had to put up with.

"I said I thought it was weird, didn't I?" he cried.

Rowan glanced to Sarah who had taken all of this in with her. Now that there was silence, now that they had made eye-contact, they couldn't hold it in. They broke out in loud laughter getting nothing but glares from Malcolm and Trevor.

"It's not funny," he snapped.

But it was. Oh god was it funny. Rowan and Sarah tried to stop their laughter, but as soon as they clapped eyes again, they started up once more. Sarah laughed so hard she fell off her chair.

"Oh my god this is classic!" she cried from the floor. "Only a Pierce could come out to their father and not have him realize it!"

"Shut up, Sarah," Trevor snapped, but Sarah couldn't stop.

Rowan collapsed over her empty plate wheezing. "He thought you were Paul!"

Her father ignored them both and turned to Trevor. "I'm sorry, son. I still love you, even if you are gay. I swear, I'm just still a little hobbled from the shock. And a little bit because you chose to date a man who handcuffed your sister to a radiator."

"Why does no one ever acknowledge that I had to hand cuff her because we were in witness protection and she kept running off and getting herself into trouble?" Malcolm asked.

"You were briefed on Rowan's tendencies, sweetie," her mother said pouring herself another glass of wine. She clearly needed it. "You should have known better than to leave her to her own devices. Rowan has always had to have been kept busy. It was the only way to keep her from running wild, even as a child."

"You know that's the one of the main signs of a psychopath, right?" Malcolm snapped and the table went quiet, even Sarah on the floor stopped laughing.

Malcolm didn't know about the incident but the rest of the table did. Sarah picked herself up off of the floor, slammed her fists on the table and quickly snapped: "You, all six-foot-ten and what, 180 pounds of you, couldn't fucking keep track of Rowan? It was just the one fucking thing you were getting paid to do! Maybe if you weren't busy sucking Trevor's dick you would have done your job right."

Malcolm sat in the wake of that accusation his normally pale cheeks going a bright red, before he swallowed quickly, nodded his head and quickly got up. "I think it would be best if I left," he said stiffly. "Thank you for the lovely meal, thank you for letting me borrow one of your sweaters, and I'm sorry if this ruined your night."

"Thanks a lot," Trevor snapped to the table and then chased after Malcolm.

"Ohhh, that was a low blow," Rowan said to Sarah who was daintily sitting herself back down in her seat. "He doesn't know."

"Kay, well… I warned Trevor, didn't I?" she sighed. "He better follow through with what he promised."

But Rowan didn't want Trevor to break up with Malcolm. Yes Malcolm was rigid, he had no idea how to have fun, he was nothing but seriousness and bad jokes, but Trevor liked him, really liked him and the two were super happy together when Rowan wasn't ruining things for them.

"Dad," Rowan whined. "Do something?"

"I honest to god thought it was Paul, the whole time," he breathed out. "Everything makes so much more sense now."

"Dad!" Rowan whined just a little louder.

Finally, her dad jerked out of it. "Oh, sorry, give me a minute," he said hopping out of his seat. "Boys! Wait a second."

Rowan watched her father stop Malcolm from leaving, she couldn't quite tell what he was saying to them, but at least he hadn't left. Rowan glanced to her mother, and together they got up and approached the boys.

"I really don't have a problem," her father was saying. "I just had no idea."

"Your son is a figure skater," Malcolm snapped. "How did it not cross your mind even briefly that he might like guys?"

"Well… firstly, I don't think sexual orientation plays into the things one enjoys doing. Sarah used to love hockey, and she's as girly as they come," her father explained.

"Sarah is as vicious and violent as Rowan," Malcolm snapped.

"Well you're really not helping your case son," her father said just as Trevor snapped: "Why do you constantly have to rag on my sister?"

"We like you Malcolm," her mother said. "Despite your attempts to make it otherwise."

"It's true," her father said. "For almost three years, you spent day in and day out keeping our children safe…"

"Even though I made it hard to do so," Rowan added.

"And for that we will forever be grateful." Her mother finished. "Again, don't get me wrong. We like how you are with Trevor, from everything Rowan has told has, has showed us, you make Trevor really happy and we would love to have you as an addition to our family. But we love Rowan too…"

"Look. We don't get along. That's fine. We don't have to. But as long as you're with Trevor you're family. No matter how serious, how strict, or how much you dislike me. My parents don't want to choose, we don't want to make Trevor choose. We're home. For the first time we're home, we're a family again, and we want you to be a part of that. So stop being an ass. Stop making this about me and how much you don't like me. Just let us love you."

Everyone stared at Rowan, and then turned to Malcolm who actually looked like he might cry. She knew his parents had been less than supportive about his coming out. She knew that the great stoic Malcolm, who had bravely took on assassins and mass arm shootouts for them without flinching, was upset about the loss of his family. She was more than willing to share with him her family, even if he was still mad at her for getting him shot once.

Malcolm took a deep breath, he looked over all their faces, then to Trevor. "You really think I'm part of he family? When I don't fit in with you guys?"

"Don't fit in?" Rowan cried. "Look at us. Yes. We're well off, but what about us says we're normal? My dad believes in alternate realities so much he's looking for a way to prove it. My mom spends all her time helping other people. My brother drowns his depression in gambling and as you said I'm a psychopath. And you are an unfeeling, unsympathetic jerk wad who is a holding a grudge because I got you shot once!"

Sarah came up and put an arm around Rowan's shoulder. "And everyone calls me a pathological liar and a sex addict. You're going to fit in just right with us."

Malcolm half laughed. "I'm not holding a grudge over the getting shot, Rowan," he told her. "But get your story straight, you're the one who shot me!"

Her mother smacked her. "You never told me you were the one who shot him!"

"It was an accident!" Rowan snapped. "He thought we had a security breach so he gave me the gun and said shoot anyone who came in through the door."

"Yes, but not me Rowan!" Malcolm snapped.

"You should have specified," Rowan answered primly.

Her mother slapped her again. "You don't shoot people, Rowan," she snapped.

"I panicked!" Rowan complained.

Sarah just smiled at her. "That's our Rowan, when she panics people get hurt. Usually herself but it looks like you got the brunt of it this time."

Suddenly, as if they had the same idea, they all swooped in on Malcolm and entangled him into a group hug.

"Sorry, buddy, you're one of us now," her father said. "And we don't let go or give up on our family."

To her shock, Rowan looked up to find that Malcolm actually was crying. "Uh… thank you…" he managed to cough out. "Uh… can we… uh... can we go back to dinner now?"

"Sure thing. Put the sweater back on and come sit down. Rowan will go get dessert. She says it's your favourite," her mother said.

Rowan shot a glance to Trevor, who too was crying. He mouthed the words, thank you to her, to which Sarah responded: "You're welcome." As if she were the one who had fixed things. Both Trevor and Rowan shook their heads and shared a secret smile.

Nothing was better than their family.

"Uh… you know… I don't hate Rowan," Malcolm said. "It's just her sassiness, I can't just not snap back if she's being sassy… you know?"

And then they all started laughing again.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Sarah hadn't wanted to go home and neither had Malcolm. So it was agreed they were staying the night.

And that was how they ended up in Rowan's favourite place in the house, sandwiched between Trevor and Sarah with Malcolm on the other side of Trevor. They were all in their pjs. Flannels and long thick socks. They were sitting under blankets and drinking the last of their hot cocoa.

Rowen's favourite place was the attic. Her father had turned it into an observatory. He said it was because he liked to look up into the night sky and imagine all the alternate possibilities swirling around up there, but Rowan liked to think he did it because his daughter was obsessed with twinkling sliver stars. It was nothing but glass walls and ceilings, all specially insulated to keep the heat in, so they could see the night sky. There was one spot, a spot he had made just for her that was smaller than the other part of the room where Rowan could pile up blankets and pillows. She would come here with a book and cup of tea on rainy days. She would come up on sleepless nights and stare at the stars.

It was nice to sit here in the silence, listening to the breathing of the people she cared most about. Loving how Trevor's head was on Malcolm's shoulder, a hand upon hand as they leant back. Listening to the way her house moved in its own way. While above them the night sky shifted and twinkled down on them.

"I hear someone is thinking of competing for a spot in Nationals this year," Sarah said.

Rowan nodded. "Yep, my skill, Trevor's routines. We'll be unstoppable," she answered.

"I can't wait to see my Come-back-best-friend rock Nationals," Sarah whispered dropping her head to Rowan's shoulder. "Your leg can take it right?"

Rowan absently rubbed the leg that had pins put into it to fix the bones she had shattered. By all means this should have ended her career in skating. But she loved skating too much to give it up.

"You should have seen her," Malcolm whispered. "In Paris. I took them skating. On the Sienne, under the Eiffel tower. She was… she was… magical. Like something out of a fairy tale."

"She looked like she was flying," Trevor finished.

"I liked Paris," Rowan whispered. "Skating under the stars and the snow fell."

"Our first kiss," Malcolm whispered sharing a long, meaningful look with Trevor who merely smiled at him.

"You'll fly again, Rowan," Sarah said. "Just you wait. If I know you. If I know what you're like. You'll fly again. You'll show them. You'll jump so high that you'll touch the stars."

"Just don't get lost up there," Trevor said with a laugh.

"Why? You not going to come get me if I get lost?" she teased.

"Course I would," Trevor answered, "You're my kid sister. I'd go anywhere to find you. That's what us Pierce's do. Never give up. Never let go."

Rowan smiled up to the stars. "Never give up. Never let go." She whispered to them.

And they glimmered. Twinkling down at her. As if they, too, had known that she would fly again. That she would get lost in the stars and it would be up to them to save her.

xx End