A/N: It's almost 9/11 and I can't resist writing this story. It's Claire, Mac and Stell. With a new OC. Or two. What if Claire and Mac had had a kid? A daughter? A son? Both? You'll see. This is a two-shot that may become more, not sure yet.

Disclaimer: There's more to me than you know. Owning, CBS, isn't something.
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Annabeth Marianne Conrad-Taylor was standing outside the perimeter around Ground Zero. Her little brother was holding her hand. Annabeth was 14 and Dylan Carter Conrad-Taylor was 9. It was the eighth anniversary of their mother's death. Their father had given them up when she died; he couldn't handle it. When Stella Bonasera and their father, Mac Taylor, got married, the two kids were sitting in the back pew. That was last year though. This year, Mac had decided to call the two, along with their half brother Reid, to Ground Zero on the anniversary of Claire's death. They were going to get to meet their half sisters, Aribella, Sarah, Carmen and Jordan.

"Sissy! It's Reid!" Dylan had spotted his half brother almost immediatley, and ran to him after telling his sister. They'd lived in Reid's foster parents house since after Mac gave up on them.

They didn't resent their father for giving them up, Annabeth was really the only one of the two who remembered their father, since she was six when her mom died. Dylan had only been one at the time.

"Hey Annie." Reid called,using his nickname for his half sister. At Reid's side was his girlfriend, Dominique. She was a sweet girl, a blonde, but amazingly witty and smart. Her last name; Loriales. Her father had been a mobster in his prime. She hated him for it.

"Hey Reeds, Domino." Annabeth called, using her silly nicknames for them.

"How you holding up girl?" Dominique asked, hugging the young woman.

"Better than dad may be." Annabeth said, looking behind her, waiting for her father and his wife, along with their children.

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see I guess." Reid said as he hoisted Dylan up into his arms. "You've gotten bigger lil' bro! Yes you have!" He played with the little boy's hair.

Annabeth went and sat in front of a long abandoned building. The day was gray, and even surrounded by people she loved and cared for, she felt lonely. Dominique came and sat beside her.

"Hey girlfriend, what's wrong." She asked, nudging Annabeth slightly.

Annabeth looked up at the sky, willing it to let go of it's own tears. "It's too hard today." She stated, not looking to the beautiful blonde beside her.

Annabeth wasn't happy with anything about her. Her brown hair was stringy, with orange strands peppered in. Her gray-blue eyes were dull and lifeless, and her black nails were chipping and had been gnawed on. She had on a blue tunic with dark skinny jeans. Even as a little girl her mom had told her she looked gorgeous in blue jeans. And the color blue. Her favorite thing about her outfit were her boots. They'd been her mother's. On the sole, her mother had actually, carefully, burned the name "Claire Conrad" in so that she'd forever know they were hers.

"It's too hard today for everyone sweetie." Dom said, putting an arm around Annabeth.

"I know, but, me and dad and Stell, it's hardest. We knew mom. Reid didn't, Dylan was only a year old and really doesn't remember anything, the girls weren't even born yet. You and Reid only met what? Five years after her death? And Reid didn't even know she was gone!" Annabeth's head rolled back as she set it on the brick building. "Stella and Mom were best. Friends. There wasn't anything we could do, I know. I just wish she hadn't gone to work 8 years ago." She said. The tears were falling now.

"You know, it's okay to cry Bethie." Mac said, carrying a clingy, dirty blonde haired girl with neon green eyes.

"Daddy!"
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A/N: So? Yeah, I know, it's pretty angsty. I didn't lose anybody in 9/11 but, (now, I don't mean to pry) did any of you? I'd love to know, and I'd love reviews! Okay guys! Off to work on the second chappie!!

Kisses and Tissues

~Sarah~