A/N: So basically exactly what the summary says- Cate and Baze got together shortly after giving Lux up. When they were twenty, Cate got pregnant again and neither could bare to give up the baby again so they got married and had a daughter Emmaline Isabel "Emma" Bazile.

When Emma was twelve, she was diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukemia and six months later, she is still fighting for her life.

When the doctors tell Cate and Baze that Emma's only hope is a bone marrow transplant and neither of them is a match, they go looking for the daughter they gave up when they were sixteen.

Oh and Cate was a radio host like on the show but she gave it up when Emma was diagnosed, and Baze sold the bar and became an accountant like his father when Emma was born. Lux is in foster care like on the show.

And just so you know, the only information I know about Leukemia is what I've learned from Google so sorry in advance if it's wrong, but I'll do my best to keep it as realistic as possible.

First chapter's kind of random, but it'll get much better as the story goes on so please review! :)

Chapter One- The Pieces Don't Fit Anymore

The bruises were the first sign. Down her back, her arms and legs. When Cate asked where she got them, Emma simply shrugged and said she didn't know. Baze was next to know that something was wrong. Emma's frequent nose bleeds and fatigue caused him to worry, but the second she passed out, Baze freaked out.

Six months ago

Thirty year old Baze couldn't wipe the smile off of his face as he watched his twelve year old daughter giggling nervously with her friends while they waited for the practice group before them to finish their dance. Emma was a complete girly girl. Her life revolved around dance and school, she loved to dress up and neither Baze nor Cate could pinpoint where she got her constant bubbly, confident personality from. She was close with Cate, but Emma had Baze wrapped around her little finger.

Baze watched as Emma ran to the center of the stage and spun in perfect sync with the rest of the group. He couldn't help but noticed that she was the best. Of course, he might be a little bit biased. Emma's blonde locks were held back in a tight bun; a pink ribbon tied around it. Never in a million years would Cate and Baze had thought they would have a blonde child, but Emma followed after Cate with the rest of her looks.

Baze didn't even think as he rushed forward, watching as Emma stopped dancing before dropping to the floor. The other girls around Emma along with her teacher crowded around as Baze knelt beside her, shaking her gently. "Emma? Emma? Wake up sweetie."

Emma came to after a few seconds, pale and incoherent. "Daddy?" She mumbled, her words slurred.

Baze caught his breath, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and speed dialing Cate. "Hold tight, kiddo." Baze smiled reassuringly, brushing back Emma's hair. "You're okay."

Cate didn't answer and Baze couldn't help but panic as he lifted a weak Emma into his arms and carried her out to the car. By the time they arrived home, Emma was fast asleep in the backseat and Baze had managed to get a hold of Cate.

"What happened?" Cate came rushing out of the house towards the car and opened the back door, gently shaking Emma's shoulder. "Emma? Sweetie, wake up."

Emma slowly stirred, struggling to keep her eyes open as Baze carried her inside. She was tired. She had been for weeks now, but she just put it down to a bug.

Cate sat on the edge of the couch once Baze had laid her down and stroked back her hair reassuringly, listening as Baze called the doctor. She couldn't help but notice how much weight Emma had lost off of her already stick thin body. She had dark bags under her eyes and her skin was unnaturally pale.

It was two days before Emma could get in to see the doctor, and another day after that until the blood tests came back. The second the GP had handed Cate a business card for an oncologist, Baze's world had come crashing down.

Present Day

Cate and Baze sat side by side, hands clasped as they stared at the doctor. Neither knew how to react. They thought they had heard everything when the hospital had told them their daughter had cancer; Stage Four Acute Myeloid Leukemia to be exact. They had held her as she cried; gripped her hand as the doctors ran test after test; held back her hair as she vomited; held her hand as she lost her hair from the two rounds of chemo and radiation she had already endured; supported her through the toughest six months of her life, yet somehow now, they were helpless.

Doctor Samuels sat opposite them, looking at them sympathetically. One of the things he hated the most about his job, was telling parents and patients there was little if not anything left to do but wait.

Today he had watched as the two parents before him tried to take in the news that neither of them was a bone marrow match, or that the possibility of finding one to match Emma's blood type was extremely rare.

"Do wh-what do we do now?" Cate's voice was choked with tears she was struggling to keep at bay. "Do we try another round of chemo, or do we just wait for a donor to come along?"

Dr. Samuels frowned. "The chances of finding a donor with the same blood type as Emma is very unlikely."

"But it's not impossible." Baze was clearly trying to process the information as he stared at the wall.

Dr. Samuels shook his head. "No. It's not impossible, but I want you to understand the chances of finding one are very slim. The two of you were our best hope."

Cate stifled a sob, covering her mouth with her hand and turning towards Baze as she struggled to remain strong.

"Shouldn't we be a match? We're her parents." Baze almost sounded angry, though Dr. Samuels could tell he was just scared.

Again Dr. Samuels shook his head sympathetically. "Not necessarily. It's possible for children and parents to have different marrow types. We'll test other relatives just in case, but the best bet is a sibling."

Neither Cate nor Baze replied, though Cate sat up, clarity suddenly covering her face.

"She has a sister." Cate's voice was barely audible though Baze didn't need to hear what she had said to know what she was suggesting.

"Cate..." Baze didn't know how to respond. Emma didn't have a sister. She was a single child who's parents had made a mistake in high school and a child had resulted from it. Hell, they didn't even know the kid's name.

Cate turned to the doctor, her eyes wide as she relayed the information. "We had a baby in high school. A baby girl. And we gave her up for adoption, but we can get her back. We can get her back and she can get tested and donate."

Dr. Samuels looked surprised to say the least. "If the child and their legal guardian agrees for them to get tested, we can determine whether they're a match with Emma or not. At this stage, any option is helpful."

Cate nodded fiercely in agreement, clearly trying to avoid thinking about the fact that their daughter was currently fighting for her life.

"I'd like to tell Emma now, if that's okay with you. If we can't find a donor, we'll need to try another round of radiation."

Baze nodded and placed a hand on Cate's back, leading her out of the room and down the corridor of the Pediatric Oncology Wing towards Emma's room.

"Hi, baby." Cate forced a smile as she and Baze entered Emma's hospital room, Dr. Samuels close behind. Emma looked up from the magazine and smiled, though her expression changed when she noticed the looks on both of their faces.

"No good, huh?" Emma frowned slightly, referring to both the bone marrow testing and the latest round of chemo she had endured.

Cate's eyes filled with tears and she took a seat on one side of the bed, Baze going to the other. "We're not giving up though, okay?" Cate whispered, grasping one of Emma's hands.

Emma nodded and forced a smile for her parents sake, squeezing Cate's hand reassuringly before turning to the doctor. "So what now? We try radiation again?"

Dr. Samuels smiled sympathetically. "We're going to test other relatives, and check the national registry to see if we can find a stranger match. But if we can't, we'll get you started on a thirty-day radiation cycle asap."

Emma nodded, holding back the freshly forming tears in her eyes. "Okay." She forced herself to be strong, not wanting to show her parents how she was really feeling.

"We're going to beat this, Em." Baze whispered, bending over to place a kiss to the top of Emma's bald head. "I promise."