A/N: I have many stories that I haven't wrote or uploaded onto FF and this is one of them. Yes I finally decided to get of my couch and write something.

Summary: Nick gets some bad news, how will he explain to his beautiful wife, Sara or his 5 year old daughter that 'Til death do us part' will be sooner than any of them expected.

Nick/Sara -Snickers

Terminal? Terminal? Terminal.

"There must be some sort of mistake." The doctor shook his head regretfully. "I wish their was, but no mistake."
This can't be right. Im 39 years old, happily married with a beautiful daugher. She's gonna be five at the end of this year, what if I don't make it? What if I can't wish my wife a happy birthday or tell her I love her on our wedding anniversary?

"How long have I got?" The doctor looked down at his results. "Well, the biopsy showed that it was in the skin and you said you'd been coughing alot, so we took a tissue sample from your lungs and it showed TLC- Terminal Lymphatic Cancer. It looks quite developed, I would say around 7 months to a year. Im sorry Mr. Stokes." Tears sprung in his eyes, what do I do?
"Can it be treated?" Again the doctor shook his head. "But the syptoms can be reduced with radiation."

"Sure, when will that start?" The doctor adjusted his glasses. "Well as soon as possible, I will get the nurse to book you an appointment, and she will send a card through the post with the date on it. If you can't make the date just call us up." They both stood and shook hands. "Thanks doc." He muttered and walked out his and office, out the reception into the car park.

Why was he thanking him? He had just told him he was going to die. Tears welled up in his eyes. What was he ment to do? He has a life, a good life, why are they taking that away from him?! Although he had no idea who they were it felt better that he could blame someone.

He unlocked his car and jumped in. He tried to fasten his seatbelt but his hands were shaking, he struggled for a few more moments before flinging it off him and hitting the steering wheel in anger and frustration. He breathed deep but it got caught in his throat and the tears began to spill down his face.

Over and over again he muttered, 'This can't be happening', but deep down he knew this was real and he needs to recognise that not only for himself but for his family.
After he composed himself, he drove himself home and parked in his drive. He jumped up to the door, he could see his wife in the kitchen, she looked up and waved. He waved back frowning slightly, trying to force a smile but the tears springing in his made it hard.

He walked through the door and saw his wife doing to dishes, this was gonna be harder than he thought.
She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Hey honey." He blinked back the tears. "Hey." He whispered hoarsly.
"There's something I need to tell you. Something that happened today." He continued, walking slowly towards her. She placed the last dish in the sink and turned to him, noting his serious expression and puffy eyes. "Okay." She said slowly and leaned against the side, drying her hands with the teatowel. "What's wrong, Nick? Did something happen at the doctors?"

He slowly began to tell her what he had been told, both oblivious to the 5 year old that had wondered out of her room.