Hello! Because the season premier last night evoked so many tears, and full on sobbing, I knew I had to write something. This is what I came up with. I hope it's not OOC. It mainly focuses on Lance and Daisy, mostly while Daisy deals with what happened. In that last scene and the promo for next week my heart just broke for her. I hope you enjoy, and I'd love to hear what you think of it!


"Hey Daisy," Lance said as he smiled cheerfully.

"Hey Lancelot," I chirped, pressing up on my toes and leaning in for a quick kiss.

When we pulled apart, Lance looked down lovingly towards my growing belly. He pressed a soft kiss against it then looked up. His eyes locked with mine, I could see the pure joy radiating from within his and I knew they reflected the same glow that lit up mine.

"I am so excited for this little guy," he said.

I jumped a bit in anticipation and delight. I threw my arms around Lance, wrapping him in a tight hug. The kind of hug only he could give, warm and safe. Familiar.

"I can't wait," I gushed, "It's going to be so incredible! We're going to pick the perfect name and buy little Lance all kinds of cute, tiny baby clothes. Oh! It's going to be amazing."

He squeezed me tighter and I did the same. I know how much he loved me. I hope he knew how much I loved him. How much I still love him. How much I will always love him. He couldn't wait to add a little one to our family.

Lance pulled back and linked his hands with mine. "I have to get to work but tonight, maybe we could do some more shopping," Lance said.

"Oh, Lance! I would love that. This little guy is so lucky to have you as a dad."

"Not as lucky as we are to have you," Lance said as he moved to the door, our arms outstretched, fingers reluctant to slip apart.

"I love you, Lance," I singsonged. I looked down at my stomach, beaming, "and so does he."

Lance smiled just as our fingers broke apart. He opened the door and stole one last glance.

"I love our little baby and I love you."

That was the last time I saw him alive. 'I love you', The last three words I ever heard him say. Never again will I hear his voice or his laugh, or feel his lips on mine, find security in his arms. I will never wake up beside him. I will never see him holding our child.

I feel so lost and I don't know what to do. Nothing makes sense. I can't figure out why Lance was killed. Why everything was torn apart after we had spent so much time rebuilding it. There was so much to look forward to. We had plans to do more, to travel, to raise our son, to have more kids. We were building a life. And now it's gone. It was stolen and ripped from beneath us.

There's nothing I can do to stop the tears that rack my body. I sink to the floor as sobs consume me. I suddenly feel so alone, as the realization sinks in. He's not here to comfort me. He won't be here to comfort me. He's gone. He can't come back. I am alone. Utterly and terrifyingly alone.

I am so scared. I'm gripped by fear and uncertainty. I don't know how I'll do it. I don't even know how I'll get through this day. Each passing minute stings. It hurts to know time is pulling us farther apart.

I'd give anything for one more moment. One more conversation or glance. One more touch, just so I could memorize his heartbeat. So I could feel the rise of his breathing chest. So I could learn the exact color of his eyes, their deepness and understanding. One more minute to tell him how much I love him and need him. How much I miss him. How I hope he feels no pain. He doesn't deserve pain. He didn't deserve pain. He didn't deserve to die or experience any of his suffering. I want him to know, not a single thought of mine has been of anything but him and our son.

I have his unborn son and soon this child will come into the world and Lance won't be there. The baby will enter this confusing and obscure world without a father. It's not fair. I pound the tile floor beneath me. I scream and yell. I hit until my hands are bruised and I can barely move them. I am so angry, so full of emotions that I cannot fathom.

I fill with a loathing towards the world, the injustice of it all. Deep inside of me I hear Lance's voice. I know that this is not what he would want. This isn't how he saw the world. He showed me that the world is better than it appears. Despite the darkness and despair threatening to destroy me, I know there is light and happiness. I know that I will be okay. I have to be. For Lance and for the baby.

Scientifically, I know it's not Lance's voice I truly hear, but the thought still provides me with comfort and I latch onto it desperately. I have to be strong. I don't want to. I just want my Lancelot. I don't know how I will get through this, I only know that I must. Lance's voice tells me that I am not alone. I have Brennan and Booth, the Jeffersonian. And Lance, I have him, in my heart and in my head. He will always be beside me.