Title: The Devil Wears Vengeance
Chapter 1 – The World Stops Spinning

Summary: 3QUL to Desperate Measures & Choices – Ida Logan is back for one final plan of revenge on Ed and Donna. As she ups the stakes what cost will each of them pay and will Ida finally get her ultimate act of vengeance? Will she destroy the future of the Lane family?

Disclaimer: If I owned anything to do with FP Ed would be all mine! Hehe *alas* I own only my DVD's that fuel my imaginative muse Alice.

A/N: Okay so yes Ida's set to return and take her vengeance. This story follows after Choices and I don't want to say too much b/c it'll all be explained as we go along. So hold on for another perilous and angsty ride thanks in advance!

Warning: you might need some Kleenex for this first chappy (just sayin'—sorry in advance!)

Six months ago the world slowed to a dead stop – literally.

'Ed…oh god Ed…the pain…please god…make it stop.'

'9-11 what is your emergency?'

'My wife…she's hemorrhaging…we can't stop it…hurry…you hafta hurry.'

'Sir. The ambulance is on its way. Can you tell me what happened? What caused this?'

'She's…she's…'

'ED! Help me…pl-please Ed…help me…'

'Sir?'

'She's…pregnant. Hurry!'

It was two months after Donna's short relief stint with Vice had wrapped and Derek Martin was sent packing for good that life returned to normal; their marriage was back on the right track and they were settling back into a regular, daily routine. There had been ups and downs, good times and rough spots, but they had always made it their goal to end the day on a positive note, wanting to get all strained tension dealt with before the lights were turned out.

It was two months after life returned to normal in the Lane household that Donna had felt a few changes in her body that prompted her to head to the nearest drugstore and buy the most effective pregnancy kit she could.

'Positive.'

'What? Donna you mean…'

'Ed, I'm gonna go and see Dr. Chan and she'll confirm it for sure. I never really trust these things. But if it's positive…I mean we didn't plan for this right?'

'And you're still on the pill?'

'I am. You okay with this?'

'Yeah…I mean it's sooner than expected but…yeah I am,' he had told her with a wide, happy grin his lips kissing hers with unbridled passion and the two of them falling into sexual bliss faster than expected.

Two days later Donna had gone to see her doctor, Susan Chan and it was confirmed, they were having a baby. He remembered looking at the information she had brought home, the foods she should be eating, vitamins to take, exercises to do and stress to be avoided.

'Ed we can't tell anyone yet okay? Just in case…'

'In case what?'

'In the first three months…she said something could go wrong and…'

'Donna, nothing's going to go wrong.'

'Please Ed, promise me you won't tell anyone yet.'

'I won't until you tell me. I promise. I love you so much.'

'I love you too.'

The weeks that followed were full of whispered words, stolen glances and secretive smiles that left both teams wondering just what happy secret the Lane's were keeping to themselves? The few weeks that followed were full of discussions about the future, what to expect for both of them, how their lives and routines would change and whatever else a brand new couple could expect from their first child. Those were days of joys and happiness.

But then…fate decided to intervene; a cruel hand reaching toward their happy bubble with the smallest of pins, giving the expanding sphere the tiniest of pokes and causing the world to instantly crumble in the most cruelest of ways.

Ed remembers that horrific moment like it was yesterday, hearing soft moans in the middle of the night, rolling over and feeling her side empty but damp. Damp? That's a lot of sweat, was the first thought that ran through his mind as he flipped on the light and felt is heart stop cold. Blood. Blood? What the hell? Was the next.

'Donna!'

He had rushed to the bathroom to see her bent over, blood on the floor, her red puffy eyes looking up in sheer misery.

'Ed…help…oh god call…call for he…lp…ahhhhhh…Edddddddd….' her voice buckled as he remained helpless in place a few seconds unless she screamed his name, a sickening bellow that forced him to race for the phone and call for help, his wife in dire agony.

'Hurts…oh god it hurts so much…Ed help me…please help…' she had begged, her hands clutching her throbbing mid-section; her quivering lips muttering over and over to help save her unborn child. He remembered asking, begging her for instructions on what to do, feeling helpless, hating feeling helpless; breathing with her, cursing with her, crying with her…praying over and over that she and the child live. Only one of the prayers would be answered.

'What do I do…tell me,' he begged over and over as he knelt at her side trying to stop the ensuing disaster.

The medics arrived, sooner than expected, but not soon enough for his liking. Although told to move, Ed remained in place, morbidly fixed at his wife's side; unable to willingly pull himself away from her side in case he could fix what the experts couldn't.

'Mr. Lane you need to move. You need to move now.'

He was quickly pulled back, held at bay by two sets of strong arms as the medics raced to stabilized his faltering wife; helplessly forced to watch, her constantly watery eyes locked with his, her lips unable to get any other words past, only anguished screams and painful gasps; his face crunched in pain.

'Mrs. Lane…we need to you try to take a deep breath.'

'My baby…'

'Please take…'

'SAVE MY BABY!'

The anguished scream forced his legs to nearly give way, the two sets of strong arms from the fire fighters of house 52 keeping him upright; supporting one of their own in his dire time of need. Not caring that he wasn't wearing much more than a pair of sleep shorts and a tee, he hurried after the stretcher bearing his hurting wife, his eyes wet and his heart rate unable to slow.

'Ed…the baby…how's the baby…' she had begged over and over in the ambulance as it raced toward the hospital, a team of skilled medics waiting…waiting to help and then ultimately deliver the bad news. He had called Wordy on the way over…his lips almost too numb to ask his best friend for help…explain that life was changing and would never be the same again, he was losing his future.

'Ed…what the hell do you mean Donna's dying? Ed!'

A few more of the correct details given and Wordy then took action, calling Jules and sending her, Rachel and Sam over to the Lane's on clean up duty; Greg and Tom heading for the Emergency department while, Shelly started to prepare something nourishing for the days to follow; all teams hands on deck when one of their own was in dire straights.

'Mr. Lane you have to wait here. I'm sorry…'

'I want to be with my wife. Please what's going on? Is she going to be okay?'

The doctor's face was placid and unknowing. He had no answers, at that moment none of them did. Ed was forced to stand behind the emergency operating room doors, begging for his wife and child to be okay. But with the amount of blood her body had dispelled he knew good news wouldn't be forthcoming.

'Ed…Ed what happened?' Wordy's voice asks as he draped Ed's warm coat around his shaking shoulders; Ed turning to him with a lifeless expression. No words, only tears flowed, making Wordy pull Ed into his arms and just hold him, not caring about what any onlookers might have thought. A few moments later he led Ed over to a bench, slowly easing his best friends trembling farme down and praying also for the same outcome as Ed – a happy outcome. There would be no happy outcome, not this time. No one had known about the Lane's happy news, as they were still in the early stages and it was too soon to share.

'Ed…Wordy…what happened?'

Greg, Tom…all surrounding him with comforting hugs but demanding questions; none of which Wordy could help with; that was up to Ed to tell or not to tell.

'Donna….she's…pregnant,' Ed finally whispered, as his sapphire pools once again overflowed and ran down his flushed face; his eyes fixed on the dried blood on his dark grey tee, her blood, their baby's blood. 'She's pregnant,' he echoed again. His head finally bowed to his hands, his lungs heaving as Wordy's hand rested on his back and just stroked for as long as he would permit, Greg and Tom worried but also feeling as helpless as the SRU Team Leader, a man usually strong and in control now brought to his very knees by nature's ugliness.

'Can't be happening,' Ed mumbled over and over, waiting….waiting…waiting for what seemed like the longest stretch of time a human had been forced to endure – ever. In that time Wordy had helped Ed take off his soiled tee, silently redressing his best friend in the small nearby washroom, Ed's lips unable to even say thank you; Wordy not needing to hear to know his very thoughts as he knows Ed would do the same for him if the situation was reversed.

'Ed…' Wordy finally nudged his best friend, helping him get to his feet as the doctor neared.

'Mr. Lane, please come with me.' The doctor's face said it all, something dire had happened; the night was not going to end on a positive note.

'Doctor…please…what happened?'

'I'm very sorry, but we can't…'

'Sorry…oh god no…please god no…please tell me…'

'Please…come with me.'

'Ed, we'll be here.'

Wordy's supportive grasp had handed him off to the doctor, who despite his outward somewhat frail appearance, in that moment possessed enough strength to keep Ed Lane upright as he helped him toward the now silent emergency operating room. Holding his breath, Ed stepped in between the curtains, looking at his wife who merely looked up with a defeated expression.

'We lost…the baby…Ed…we lost…the…baby…' she sobbed, her chest heaving for air, forcing his head to shake and eyes to water further.

'No….' was all he could manage as he remained fixed in place, unable to move; fearing he'd do more harm than good.

'I'm very sorry,' the doctor started, his soft words launching into an explanation of why the premature aborting of the growing fetus occurred, what damage the miscarriage did to the mother and if they'd ever be able to have children again.

'Ed…I'm so sorry…I'm so sorry…I lost our baby,' Donna had cried over and over, the doctors words drowned out, his parting remarks lost as he told them he'd leave information at the desk for when they would check out the following day on how to deal with their loss and when or if they could try again.

'Is…she is going to be…this…this can't be happening.'

'Physically…with rest….your wife is going to be okay. Again…I'm very sorry for your loss.'

The doctor left them alone, their apartment well on its way to being cleaned up, friends in the waiting room; but Ed remained in place, looking at Donna with his own expression of failure and helplessness. He was used to seeing her so strong and in control, but as he gazed upon her pale frame in the small hospital bed, his world started to crumble and finally shatter.

'Ed…' she had begged, holding out her hand for him to take. 'Please.'

Finally, as if nudged by a more loving but invisible hand that knew his wife needed his love more than ever in that moment, he moved from place, a few large strides to be at her side, gathered her up in his arms and both of them melding into one as they cried. Each of them telling the other it was their fault, as if they were somehow responsible for the natural weakness that caused the precious little life to be lost.

'Ed…I'm so sorry…I'm so sorry…' she told him over and over, his arms holding her in his grasp; his body not caring about the fatigue that it had started to experience.

'No…not your fault…Donna I love you…I'm sorry…oh god I'm so sorry…' he told and begged and told her again; over and over, as if somehow saying it more than once would convince him also. His job had trained him to help save lives, to try to prevent needless deaths at any cost; but he was helpless to save the one life that he helped create, that knowledge ripping through him like a jagged knife cutting a piece of hardened cardboard; inflicting the most damage possible.

He continued to hold her until two kind nurses came in to help clean her up for the night, guiding them both to a private room where Wordy paced outside, tormented at seeing both of them in such pain. That night, Ed had stayed awake, almost afraid to close his eyes in case she'd slip through his fingers in the darkness and he'd be left to wander the lonely path to old age alone – his heart wanting, needing and belonging to no other but her.

She'd cry out…clutching her stomach, wailing in agony, his hands there for support…his words unable to offer anything other than I'm sorry and I love you; words he felt were in adequate at the time. The bed was small and her body sore, but she didn't care about physical comfort, she needed his loving and supportive touch more than she ever had in the past; his arms, his touches, his words…him.

'I failed you Ed…' she would chant over and over, bringing fresh tears to his already saline soaked eyes, wetting his face, dampening her hair as the night progressed; future happiness now on hold to deal with present misery. It was uncharted territory, the only saving grace being the fact that they'd be able to traverse it together.

'No Donna…no you didn't…no…not your fault…' he'd try, not even sure of all the technical reasons why her body had rejected its precious cargo. Had she worked to hard? Not eaten the right foods? Missed a day of her prenatal supplements? Not slept enough? Worked out too much? Wanted it…to much? Did he do anything to contribute to it? Did he jinx it by saying nothing would happen?

The night had been long and sleepless for both of them, each of them wondering what they had done wrong to contribute to the uninvited catastrophe now forced upon them. Neither of them had answers, nothing to say to answer the other in those dark, dire hours. It was something new and terrible they had to get past. But how? Would life ever be the same again? Could they try again? Would they even want to?

'It was a boy…a baby boy…our son…Ed…I lost our son…' it was an admission of unbearable guilt; guilt that neither of them bore responsibility for but guilt they'd both be sentenced because of.

'Our son…' he uttered with a painful sob, clinging to his wife as both of them cried together. When she had first broken the news to him, they were ill prepared; that night rushing out to the nearest Chapters Book Store and buying a book on what to expect when you're expecting. Happiness and expectation then filled the apartment in the days and weeks to follow; both of them getting more and more used to the idea of becoming a family sooner than expected or planned.

It was a secret they had to keep to themselves a bit longer, but knowing that when they were able to tell their friends, the joy would be welcomed, shared and given back; now all they'd get would be pitiable looks, miserable gazes and well meaning but misguided sympathy. Now the secret was out; their friends now only able to share in their pain, the joy was gone. But gone for good?

'What can I do…Donna tell me…what can I do? Anything…just tell me?' Ed had asked that night in the quiet dark room, his wife's emotionally spent and physically tormented body unmoving in his grasp; his own frame afraid to leave the slightly uncomfortable spot that he had placed himself in to take care of her.

''I'm sorry Ed.'

'No. This isn't your fault.'

'I wasn't strong enough…I couldn't keep him alive,' she wailed, fresh tears coming, her chest heaving, gasping for any air it could suck into her traumatized lungs.

'Wasn't your fault Donna…not your fault…' it was words he'd come to memorize, stating them over and over, hoping that somehow his own mind would start to believe them also. Due to sheer exhaustion only, the two of them finally fell asleep for a few hours, waking the next morning to battle a fresh saline tsunami.

'I'm not hungry,' Donna pushed Shelly's kind efforts away as soon as Wordy entered with them.

'The doctor says you hafta eat,' Ed implored, his eyes begging his best friends for some kind of help or guidance in this uncharted territory.

'I failed Ed…I don't want to eat,' Donna insisted again.

'Thanks Wordy. I'll take it.'

With that Wordy left the food and went back outside to where both teams had been gathered, telling them the tormented couple would need a few more hours of privacy and all the loving support they could muster; all the adults thankfully knowing enough not to ask questions that would cause the wound to grow bigger.

He knew she gave in and ate the breakfast Shelly had made them mostly to get him to stop nagging her about it; the home made breakfast actually doing some benefit in her aching belly. After that she laid on her side, her hands on her now shrunken belly, tears coming and him watching helplessly – silent. Finally the doctor came in and told them that rest at home was the best thing for them both; no work, no straining, nothing to put extra pressure on her healing frame for at least the next week, longer for Donna if necessary.

With emotional numbness starting to settle upon them both, Ed helped bundle her up in something soft and warm, helped her into a nearby wheelchair and then with Wordy's strong supportive arms, helped her into the Wordsworth minivan and then home. The apartment had been wiped clean of the smell of blood and death, freshly sanitized, a modest bouquet of flowers on the living room table to greet them as they entered and homemade food in the fridge.

'I failed…' is all Donna mentioned as she pulled away from Ed's grasp and slowly wandered toward the bedroom, slumping down on his side and closing her eyes; wanting to rid herself of the horrific nightmare she had endured the night before.

'Ed…if there's anything you need…'

'I need to go back in time Wordy…fix this. How do I fix this? Please…tell me how to fix this?' He had looked at his best friend and asked pointedly, his tormented sapphires begging for a happy solution to make the pain go away. Wordy's eyes looked back in helpless remorse; there was nothing anyone could do.

'Please don't tell anyone else,' Ed begged, something to say; Wordy's private confidence always assured but forgotten at the moment.

'Promise,' Wordy assured him, mostly to give Ed his peace of mind and not being angry with his best friend for even assuming for one second that he'd gossip about his darkest hour. Twenty years of being around Ed Lane on a daily basis had taught him a thing or two; loyal friendship was most prized and cherished and reassurance of that at times was needed.

'Take as long as you want…you need something…anything…Ed I mean anything, anytime, you call okay? No matter what…you call.'

'Okay,' Ed answered numbly, walking Wordy to the door, locking it and then heading back to his wife, gazing up her still frame in their large bed. Without wanting to cause her further discomfort but not wanting to be too far away, he climbed onto the bed, spooning up behind her and just holding her as close as she'd let him; her painful silence slowly killing him as each second passed.

'Are you hungry?' He finally dared to ask.

'No.'

That was her standard reply for the few days that followed, but he would learn to just go about making them something to eat, her numbly picking at it; the home nurse called to come and check on her scolding her for not keeping her strength up; Donna retorting that she killed their child and it was just punishment.

'It happens. As cold as that sounds, it does. But the doctor said you can try again. Your body…'

'I killed my child. I don't want to try again – ever.'

Before departing the nurse gave Ed with a few other pieces of information to read; something he devoured as soon as the apartment was all theirs once again. Despite her small protests, he'd sit up in bed, reading to his wife, wanting to give her hope and assure her that it wasn't her fault; they could try again – only if she wanted.

During the next week that followed, each member of the team would drop by and stay for small stints, bringing food, well wishes and hope for a speedy recovery and to see them back to their previous routine. But sleep was moot; each darkened hour would only serve up tormented nightmares of their past failings, stark pictures of what they lost that night.

'Donna please…I don't know what to do to help make things better. Please tell me.' He had begged; his appearance growing more and more haggard as each day passed. There was nothing either of them could do and as the days morphed into weeks, Ed started to wonder if this had dealt Donna a blow from which she'd never recover. It wasn't until Wordy had been used by his wife to get him out of the house, taking Ed on an outing to IKEA, mostly for some fresh air and a change of scenery; the actual ploy to let Shelly talk to Donna that something finally worked.

'I know what you're going through.'

'No you don't! You can't….no one can. I killed my child…I couldn't…'

'I thought that too one time.'

'What? You did?'

'I did,' Shelly spoke in truth. 'And I'm here to tell you that it wasn't your fault…that you will get past this and you will have a family if you want one. I lost my second…and then I was able to have two more. It was the worst experience of my life. But with Wordy's help and love…we made it. Donna…you can get past this. You can…I know you can. I did and you can too.'

And with those heartfelt words from a close and trusted friend, Donna finally came to see the small glimmer of light at the end of the long dark tunnel. It was a real life experience; nothing made up from a novel or purported by a well meaning physician, a friend who wanted to see another friend succeed, motivated by love. It was the catalyst to getting life back in working order; a priceless gift for which a simple thank you wouldn't suffice. Donna had taken another week to rebuild herself back up; Ed unable to thank Wordy and Shelly for all they had done, able to do what even the trained professionals were unable to – give them back hope. Despite the fact that he held true to his stance that his cooking was almost at times inedible, he would now help out as much as possible, had adjusted his workout schedule to hers, sleeping when she would and backing off his own selfish needs and desires when she was unable to offer them both satisfaction.

Things, however, at the end of that fourth week changed, in some rather drastic ways.

'I think we should move.'

'What? I thought you liked this place?'

'I found another…no sad memories Ed. A fresh start. Please? I think it would do us both some good. And we can afford it.'

How could he say no? She had been through so much and there was nothing in their current apartment that held much sentimental value, except that it was the first home they had found together. But in another part of town, another home called to them; the same distance from work and their friends, just the opposite direction.

'Let's move.'

'Ed are you sure? I mean…'

'I'm sure,' he had told her with a happy smile as they stood in the new, empty apartment.

'I promise you'll love it here.'

And he did; mostly because it was what made her happy; to him it was just another set of street signs to memorize, a different commute home; to her it was a chance to forget the darkness that had crippled them for nearly a month and erase the ugly image that greeted both of them each time they entered that bathroom.

'Welcome back,' Tom, Greg, Jules…the rest of both teams welcoming her back with wide open arms and happy smiles; happy to have her back in the fold among them. Most of their routine returned to normal; Ed more than happy to relinquish full time kitchen duties, buying a brand new barbeque and claiming the patio as his own personal cooking bistro; the rest was hers. Both of them learned new relaxation techniques and Donna once again started on prescribed supplements to help rebuild the inner walls of her body.

They reestablished their previously healthy sexual routine, always making time to show affection and provide each other with fulfillment so they'd never be left wanting or needing to seek it from other sources; holding their marriage vow sacred. Despite the fact that Donna kept the forms from her wretched hospital stay that night, she never let it cripple her from the idea of wanting to try again to start a family; both of them more than ready before the dream was dashed a month earlier.

'Do you think we can try again?'

'Donna…are you sure?'

'I saw Dr. Chan today and we got the results back from the x-rays and ultrasound and she said everything looks fine.'

'Okay.'

'If you don't want to Ed…'

'I do…I'm just scared. Donna when I saw you…I've never felt so helpless and scared in my life. But I want a family with you. I do.'

'I'm scared too. But she told me what things I can do differently and we'll be prepared this time. Think the world can handle another Lane?'

'I do.'

And that night the pact was made, Wordy laughing at his best friend when he'd get a text with the words 'now' or 'its time' and teasing him that he'd leave in the middle of a hot call for a sexual quickie; which of course never happened as work did come first on days they were working.

'Scheduling sex.'

'What, like it's a burden for you?' She teased, blaming the doctor and hormones for the new fertile windows that would hopefully help them produce the best results.

'Trust me it's not.' And he was right, never to complain when she'd tell him the first romp was weak and they'd have to try again later in the same day; her laughter something that warmed his heart, especially after going weeks with only hearing her cry. Morning…afternoon…evening…she'd mostly dictate their schedule and he'd be all too happy to comply. Their persistence finally paid off – another three months later.

'Ed…I'm late…'

'What? Really?'

'It's been a few weeks and…I'm almost scared to look.'

'Want me to go buy…'

'No. This time I'm going straight to Dr. Chan and hearing it from her. I want you to come with me.'

'Okay.'

The wait in the doctor's office was almost as nerve wracking as the drive over; both of them pondering their next steps if it turned out to be a false positive; maybe recent working stress, having her off her regular cycle…something. They sat holding hands, looking at a mother bouncing a baby girl on her lap and another happy father holding a small boy as his very pregnant wife went in to see the doctor for the last ultrasound for their second.

'First one?' The man asked Ed.

'First everything,' Ed replied with a smile, getting a knowing nod from the stranger across from him.

'Lotsa work and a whole new lifestyle…but it's worth it.'

Ed had heard those words from his best friend before and had seen the joy Wordy had with his daughters; something he had envied at times but would hopefully have his own in a few short months to share and brag about.

'Mr. and Mrs. Lane? Dr. Chan will see you both now.'

With their hands still clutched, they both got up and headed for the small doctor's office; Donna excusing herself to get a sample and then a blood test, both of them having to wait for the results to come in; Dr. Chan wanting to know right away because of what happened the last time. They had lunch in a small diner right next door to the medical building, their talk deviated towards work to keep false hopes at bay; just in case something wasn't quite right, hopes didn't want to be raised just yet. But as soon as they went back in, the good news was happily accepted.

'Congratulations. You are pregnant.'

'Ed, we're gonna have a baby.'

His arms encircled hers, holding her close as Dr. Chan worked to schedule an ultrasound appointment to see exactly how far along Donna was and if there would be any internal complications to worry about. They held each other in that small office, a few happy tears being shed before pulling away and finally being told the next steps.

A week later an ultrasound was conducted to confirm that Donna Lane was indeed pregnant – again; new professional and dietary restrictions forthcoming; a new course to be pondered. But it didn't matter; the future was once again bright, old horrors laid to rest and fears pushed aside in favor of new concerns and delights.

'I love you so much.'

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Ed slowly stirs, gently rolling onto his side and frowning at the time; his mind replaying the events over the past year, still unable to erase them from the dark folds of his subconscious. Their quick marriage of convenience, Derek Martin's surprising and unpleasant visit, the horrors of the miscarriage, the move to a new apartment and finally the good news from Dr. Chan. They were going to have a family in just over six months; it was time to officially tell the team. Gently removing himself from the nest of warm covers, Ed heads for the kitchen for a cold glass of water, pausing to look at the small grainy picture on the fridge.

Lane, Donna was the caption above the distinct outline of the fetus; bringing an instant smile to his face. He hears a soft shuffle and turns to see Donna watching him in wonder.

"Did I wake you?" He asks in instant concern as she nears him.

"Nope. I think we are both light sleepers now," she replies in truth as she happily allows his strong, bare arm to encircle her and pull her close into his chest, her ear resting against the solid thump of his heart. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just needed some water," he answers in truth as he hands her the rest of the cool glass at her urging. "How are you feeling?"

"A bit worn out," she slightly smirks. "You wore me out last night."

"I gotta get it all in before you cut me off," Ed smirks.

"Me getting bigger is only gonna make you more creative."

"Mmm okay I like the sound of that. But are we even allowed to have sex…you know when the baby's a certain size?"

"Guess I know what I'm buying you for your first anniversary gift. A book on pregnancy sex."

"No funny," Ed deadpans, eliciting a small giggle from her lips.

"Well traditionally the first year is paper," she shrugs as she looks up with a warm smile. "One year this weekend…wow."

"One year," he confirms, looking at her with a tender gaze. "Happy anniversary," he whispers as he leans in closer.

"Happy Anniversary," she whispers in return as their lips lock. They remain in place for a few more moments before they both head back to bed; a very busy week ahead beckoning them to get as much rest as possible.

A/N: Okay I know veryyyyyyyyyyyy angsty start please don't hate me for it! but how was the start? Interested to see how this all plays out? How will Ida's return affect their lives now? You'll see her in the next chappy for sure. What changes Donna's gonna have to make and not be happy about? What dangers will they face (b/c lets face it I need my dose of Ed peril/whump no matter what haha) ? With donna having to avoid stress will Ida win? and of course will there be a happy ending for the new Lane family? So please do review (esp let me know if I owe you a box of Kleenex or two) and let me know what you thought. Thanks in advance!

PS: I promise to work on another OS to offset this MAJOR ANGST with some fluffy happiness as a peace offering (I value my life here heeh) :)