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Author's Note: Hello everyone! This is the first story I've written for Resurrection, it's also the first non-That '70s Show story that I've written in a very long time, so I'm kinda nervous. It's also the first time I've written a fanfiction for a story that's still on the air! I usually wait until a series ends but after last week's episode of Resurrection and the preview for next week my mind went crazy with possibilities and ideas and so came this story! This episode does take place after the episode "Prophecy" from season 2. It's my guess and maybe even hopes of what will happen in the next episode, "True Believer." I really hope that you all enjoy it, if you have the time, please do review it! I'd love to hear your thoughts on both the show and the story. A huge thank you to my fellow Resurrection fans who gave me some incredible support when writing this story: Marla's Lost, TvFanaticDayDreamer, and kevinthebird. Be sure to check out their stories too! Thanks again for stopping by to read, I hope you like, and please, Enjoy!

Lucille Langston couldn't help but smile as she placed the last remaining plate into the rightful cupboard.

It had taken several hours but she had finally finished rearranging Margaret's rearranging and everything was back where it belonged. At least where the dishes and other kitchen utensils were concerned. In the other parts of the house, and the house itself, there was still something missing—Henry.

He still had not come back home since their fight earlier that day. Not that Lucille was expecting him to, she'd practically kicked him out and he'd willingly left. Thinking back to the argument though, she was filled with regret. The day had been a very long and very tiring day for both of them and they'd taken it out on each other. Lucille knew that she could not blame Henry completely for what happened with Jacob and Margaret but she couldn't help but wonder if he really did blame her for Jacob's death.

She was pulled away from her thoughts by the chime of the doorbell and she immediately frowned, wondering who would be out at this time of the night.

Knowing there was only one way to get her answer, Lucille walked out of the kitchen and over to the front door. On her way over there though, just as she neared the end of the staircase, she tripped over an object; luckily catching herself before she stumbled forward. Once Lucille had regained her balance she looked behind her in search of the obstacle that she had failed to notice before. Soon her eyes landed on a pair of work boots that looked like they had been dropped at the bottom of the staircase without a care in the world.

"Damn it, Henry," she cursed her absent husband.

She had told both him and Jacob to not leave their shoes lying around the house—it seemed like Jacob had been paying more attention to her than his father. Lucille was just about to pick the shoes up when the doorbell rang again, reminding her of why she'd come over here in the first place. When she reached the door she peeked out the glass window and found her brother-in-law standing on the front porch in his sheriff's uniform.

"Fred, what are you doing here?" she asked as she opened the door.

He stared silently at her for a few moments before he found his voice, "Lucille, we need to talk."

The redheaded woman looked over the man standing in front of her. He looked, not angry, but upset, almost emotional. There was only one person who Lucille could connect those emotions being brought out in a person to.

Lucille shook her head, "If it's about Margaret I don't want to hear anything about it," she firmly told him as she stepped away from the door but left it open—letting Fred know he was still welcome in the house. "She's caused enough trouble to make up for the thirty some years she'd been dead for."

"It's not about Margaret," Fred interrupted Lucille's rant.

Instantly Lucille looked up to the top of the staircase and began to fear the worst. She was about to fleet up the steps to check on her son, but Fred noticed this and stopped her before she could make any move.

"It's not Jacob," Fred told her, giving Lucille a quick moment of relief until she realized there was only one person left, "It's Henry."

She turned around to look at her husband's brother, "He told you about the fight."

Fred's brows knitted together. Fight? He knew nothing about any fight, but now that he did he was guessing it might have played a part in the reason why his brother had been driving this late in the evening, on slippery roads, and after getting—what he'd thought was a not so severe head injury. He was about to inform Lucille about his lack of knowledge on this subject but she had already continued to speak.

"And now he's sent you over here to help patch things up or at least get me to agree to letting home come back home tonight," she guessed, shaking her head and smiling a not so happy smile. Lucille then reached down to pick up the boots she'd nearly twisted her ankle over, "Well it's not going to work. We said some very hurtful words to each other. The things he said to me…" she shook her head, not wanting her mind to wander back to that moment. "He can sleep at a motel or he can stay with you, I don't care. He just can't stay here, I'm not ready to welcome him back into this house."

"Luce, there's been an accident," Fred said after realizing that he'd waited too long to tell her.

Henry's boots dropped to the floor with two soft clunks.

"No," Lucille said, as if saying it would make it true.

With his arms opening for a hug, Fred stepped towards her but seeing that only upset Lucille even more. She knew what that meant. If there were injuries or details about the accident to report, he would tell her; a hug meant there was nothing more to report.

"No," she repeated, this time it came out as a wail before she fell into Fred's arms and began to sob.

Fred hugged his brother's wife…his brother's widow…hoping to bring her some sort of comfort as she grieved; of course he knew it would be tough. The one person who'd always been there to comfort her, was the one who she was now grieving for.

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Despite the bitter cold and the fact that the ambulance had left more than a half hour ago, Agent Martin Bellamy and Dr. Margaret Langston remained standing at the site of the accident, staring at the vehicle where Henry Langston's lifeless body had been found.

"I can't believe he's gone," Maggie said, breaking the silence with her still in shock voice.

Marty nodded in agreement then added, "He was a good man."

"He was a great man," she corrected, thought not at all in an angry tone, it was more of an informative tone before it suddenly took a very somber turn. "I'm really, really gonna miss him."

"He was your uncle," Marty replied, letting her know how he wouldn't expect her not to miss him.

"Yeah, I know but he was more than just an uncle," Maggie began to share aloud. "I mean my dad is great and he's always been there for me when I've needed him. But there were times when he couldn't be there and he needed help. Like when he was working midnight shifts, and I was really young, I would stay over at Uncle Henry and Aunt Lucille's."

She continued with her story, getting lost in her memories, "And I realize now how hard it must have been for them, with loosing Jacob and all, but they really did treat me like their own kid."

This made Marty nod his head, he could understand where she was coming from. He hadn't know The Langstons very long but Henry and Lucille were always very welcoming and kind, making him feel like he was visiting family anytime he visited them.

"We'd eat dinner together, watch TV…"Maggie went on, her face suddenly breaking into a smile, "He used to tell me these two-bit jokes that were so bad that they were actually funny!"

Marty couldn't help but smile as he noticed the growing grin stretching onto Maggie's lips as she recalled the memory. He soon found himself thinking of his own memory, when he'd first The Langstons and Jacob and Henry had greeted each other with a two-bit joke about a frog in a blender.

"What did the math book say to the pencil?" Maggie suddenly asked, tearing Marty out of his thoughts.

"What?"

Maggie grinned, "I have a lot of problems."

"Yeah, that's pretty bad," Marty agreed but still had to laugh along with Maggie.

"I told you!"

Their laughter continued a little longer before it faded into silence, something that seemed to happen almost as soon as their eyes caught the sight of the empty car.

"I can't believe he's gone," Maggie said once again, only this time her voice broke with the tears that she was struggling to hold in.

He could hear her struggle and Marty didn't want her to feel like she had to be strong in front of him. He could sense that she was in much need of a hug and so Marty wordlessly put his arms around Maggie's slender frame, slightly surprised when he felt her arms come up to wrap around his neck. However, he wasn't at all surprised when she began to finally cry and let it all out; her tears only made him hold her tighter.

"This is all my fault," she said, her words muffled by Marty's gray winter vest but he had heard them just fine.

Marty frowned as she pulled out of the hug and began to wipe the corners of her eyes, "Your fault?"

"Yeah," she nodded, looking down at her feet, "I'm a doctor. I should have warned him about driving after getting a head injury like that. I barely paid his injury any attention. I didn't even check if it needed stitches," Maggie told him, explaining where her guilt was coming from. "What kind of doctor is that? What kind of niece is that?"

"We don't know for sure if his head injury was the cause of the accident," Marty reminded, he hated seeing her blame herself like this. "It could've been his heart."

"Then I should've seen the signs that he was having heart problems!"

"Hey," Marty spoke in a firm but soft voice as he reached out and took hold of Maggie's right hand, getting her to look him in the eyes. "This wasn't your fault, okay?"

There was a moment of hesitation before, with teary eyes, Maggie nodded her head, "Okay."

"Good," he said letting go of her hand to move his up to her arm for a few moments.

It was a nice little gesture that made Maggie smile just a tiny bit before she sniffled softly and wiped at her eyes again.

"I wonder how Aunt Lucille's doing," she wondered out loud.

Marty nodded, "I was just wondering the same about Jacob."

"I guess I should probably head over there, see if there's anything that I can do for them."

"Right," he agreed.

There had been a death in her family and now she needed to be with her family. Marty understood this as he watched her begin to walk away. He had no intention to stop her until he had a sudden thought.

"Are you sure you're okay to drive out there on your own?" he called out to Maggie, getting her to stop and then turn around.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," she assured, turning back around only for a moment before she turned herself back to face Marty. "No. No, I don't think I am. Could you drive me?"

"Sure," he wasted no time in agreeing which made Maggie give him a tearful, thank you smile.

Author's Note: So what did you think? Like it? Hate it? Please be sure to let me know in a review.

I'm not sure how long this story is going to be, it probably depends on Sunday's episode, but I do already have two more scenes figure out for this story :D I'm pretty excited about it and I hope you all are too!

Until next time, thanks for reading, hope you liked, please review and lemme know what you think, stay tuned, take care, and have a nice day!