Disclaimer: I do not own Forever, or any characters mentioned in this story. ;) Just borrowing.

Written for Hannah Lynn McDonald.

Henry Morgan looked around the room. He'd packed all he would need for the week-long trip. He was needed in a nearby orphanage to assist with sick children there. The small facility was understaffed as far as medical professionals, and Henry had agreed to assist them for a week, or until they could get further help.

He took one more look around the room, ensuring that he'd gathered everything he needed. He believed so. He'd already said goodbye to Abigail and Abe that morning. The doctor picked up his medical back, and his travel bag, and was walking to the door when nine-year-old Abraham burst into the room, shattering the quiet.

"Do you have to go?"

"Yes, Abe, I do."

"But why?

Henry stopped, setting down his bags and kneeling before his son. "Because I've promised them my help. There are people there who are your age-and they need my help. You wouldn't have me deny them that, would you? If it was you, I would certainly come."

Abe looked down and shuffled his feet. "I guess you should go. But... but promise you'll be safe?"

"Of course I'll be safe, Abraham."

"Are you sure?"

Henry nodded.

"Are you scared?" his son asked.

"A bit, but it's the right thing to do; and sometimes... to live, is to risk one's life for the sake of another-safe or not. Do you understand?"

Abraham nodded. "Yes-I guess so." He leaned forward and hugged his father, then moved back again. "I'll write you while you're gone."

"Very good idea, Abe. I'll wait for your letters and write back when I get them, how does that sound?"

Abe nodded, smiling brightly. "Bye, Dad."

"Goodbye, Abraham, I love you and your mother very much. Be good."

"I will!"

Henry hugged his son once more, then stood and picked up his travel bag. He reached for his other bag, but Abe had picked it up. "I'll carry it for you."

"Thank you." He ran a hand through Abe's hair and smiled. They'd done something right in raising the boy into a polite young man. Abe carted the bag to the door, and then Henry took over, saying goodbye to his son once more, then heading out the door into the cold air. He wrapped his scarf tighter around his neck, smiled slightly, then moved out. He was proud of Abe, and proud to be a good example for his son.

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