Hello again. It's been a while.

Story time: I was at Birmingham Comic Con November 2013 and picked up Harvest Moon: Animal Parade. Unfortunately I haven't had the chance to play it very often because I am at university where I don't have a wii and so I can only play it when I am home for the holidays. Up until then it was only Island of Happiness and Sunshine Islands. This piece just hopped across my mind one day. Isn't it nice when a strike of inspiration suddenly comes out of nowhere?

I married Owen and personally I don't think there are enough OwenXMolly fics, so whilst this one is mainly about Owen and Ramsey I have tried to put some OwenXMolly moments in here too.

I'm not entirely sure of Ramsey and Owen's relation. Internet said Grandfather, but I'm sure the game said Uncle. Anyway, in this story it's grandfather/grandson.

I am still fairly new to the world of Animal Parade so forgive me if anyone appears OOC. Also I haven't written fiction in a long time so...forgive me in general.

Enjoy!

"Owen, can we cuddle?" Molly asked, playfully. She widened her eyes and batted her eyelashes at her husband, who laughed.

"You know you don't need to ask," he grinned, pulling her into his strong arms and tugging the bedcovers over their heads.

Molly snuggled into Owen's chest, nuzzling into his neck, where she started leaving a trail of soft, gentle kisses at the same time as sliding her hand up his t-shirt.

Rrrring!

"What?" Owen pulled the covers away from his head and glared at the phone that had suddenly and rudely interrupted something that he was sure he would have enjoyed very much.

"It's eleven at night, who's calling?" Molly groaned, as Owen climbed out of bed to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Owen?"

It was Owen's eight year old cousin, Chloe. She and Owen had been very close and even when Owen got married and moved to the farm, she seemed to be round every other day. Molly didn't mind; she thought Chloe was adorable.

Something was wrong here. Chloe's voice was scared, and at a higher pitch than normal. Owen could only remember her speaking like that when she was about to cry. She rarely cried.

"Chloe, what's wrong?"

"I...it...Grandpa..." she suddenly broke into the most desperate crying Owen had ever heard.

Owen felt his blood run cold. Had something happened to Ramsey?

"Chloe, please tell me."

On the other end of the phone, Chloe sniffed and took a deep breath to choke out what she wanted to say.

"Grandpa's hurt. I don't know what happened. I was sleeping when I heard this crash. I went into the shop and he was just lying there with his eyes closed...and...and...he's bleeding..." Chloe was crying again.

Owen's stomach flipped over and he had to swallow hard. "Stay in your bedroom, OK? I'll be right over. Try to stay calm and wait for me."

He put the phone down and looked over at Molly, who was biting her lip.

"Ramsey had some kind of accident. He needs a doctor. I'm going over there now, just go to sleep."

"Are you crazy?" Molly asked, gently. She wrapped her arms tightly around Owen's waist and looked up at him. "I'm coming with you. You look like you're about to fall apart and if something has happened then I won't be able to sleep anyway, I'll just be up worrying about you all. I'm coming with you."

Owen nodded, and hugged her back. "Alright then." He kissed the top of her head.

Ten minutes later, he and Molly, both properly dressed, arrived at the blacksmith. Owen carefully pushed the door open, afraid of what he might see.

Whatever had happened must have been behind the counter. There was no sign of Ramsey.

"Let's find Chloe first?" Molly suggested.

"I told her to wait in her room," Owen nodded, leading Molly round into the house.

Chloe was sitting on her bed, hugging her knees. Her orange hair was out of its usual ponytail. Her usually-happy face was pale and tear-stained. Her eyelashes were wet and spiky and her eyes were red-rimmed.

"Oh, Chloe," Owen said softly, and lifted her up into a hug.

"I'm sorry I called you so late," Chloe sniffled.

"Don't be," Molly said, one hand on Owen's back, the other brushing away Chloe's tears. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"What should we do? Grandpa needs help," Chloe said, looking at Owen.

It might have been because Owen hadn't seen Ramsey yet, but he felt numb. He couldn't quite get a grip on what was happening. Maybe he had suddenly dropped to sleep and was dreaming. Molly would shake him awake and make a joke about how she was boring him when her aim was to please.

"Owen?" Chloe was looking at him desperately. Owen shook his head clear and put her back on her feet.

"Call a doctor I guess," he said. "Molly, can you call the clinic and tell them to expect us?"

Chloe sat at the table, whilst Molly called Jin and told them an accident had happened at the blacksmith.

Meanwhile Owen decided to finally investigate behind the counter.

Ramsey was lying on his side, his eyes closed his mouth slack. A branding iron was on the floor next to him and it looked as if he had been using it. There was a nasty burn on his leg which could only have been cause by the white-hot metal. The burnt skin was weeping pus.

The blood came from a cut on his head which must have happened from the impact of the old man's head on the concrete floor. The gash was accompanied by a deep purple bruise that Owen could have sworn was growing in front of his very eyes.

That's when he noticed the hammer lying by Ramsey's head. His eyes slowly travelled upward to a broken nail in the wall. It looked like the nail had suddenly been unable to bear the weight of an iron hammer.

"Oh, holy cow..."Owen moaned faintly, stumbling backwards against the wall. His fingers found the door knob and he turned it, opening the door a crack. "Molly, tell them to get a stretcher over here ASAP..."

Molly slid through the crack in the door and caught a glimpse of Ramsey behind the counter.

"Oh my dear sweet lord," she gasped, before turning to Owen and holding his face in her hands.

"Just remember, Chloe's in there and she's counting on you. She's very upset and shaken up and if she sees you freaking out as well it will be so much worse for her. So try and keep it together when she's around, OK?"

Owen's grey eyes found Molly's amber eyes. He gazed into them for a minute. So beautiful.

He took a deep breath and stood up properly. "Chloe," he said. "OK."

Molly managed a small smile as she wrapped her arm around her husband's back and led him into the living room and into a chair.

"Owen?" Chloe asked. "Are you alright?"

If she sees you freaking out as well it will be so much worse for her...

"I'm alright," Owen reassured Chloe, managing a smile.

Meanwhile, Molly was on the phone to the clinic again.

"Hi, it's me again...can you bring a stretcher round as quick as you can, please?"

This was supposed to be a one shot. It ended up being longer than anticipated. But there will only be four chapters.

I hope you liked it and will leave a review. A kind one :)