I will try to fix you

by Clato4eva15

When Pitch Black ruins a young mortal family the youngest child is more hardened and stronger than a 6 year old should be. Niamh's life is ruined by the various deaths and leavings of her adult role models. However when she dies she is reborn as a stronger woman who helps more people like her. She is Resilience. Rated for language and violence and maybe lemons.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1
Caribou, Maine, US June 10 1984
9.30pm
Jack POV
I stand in the doorway of the large white stone house on the Canada-Maine border. I am on my way to my winter rounds in the US. I could leave but the boy-child reminded me of someone I knew but I couldn't quite remember.

"Mummy don't go!" the small blond-brown curly haired and grey blue eyed boy cried as the tall platinum blonde woman grabbed her bags which appeared to be packed to the very limits.

The small girl that looked identical to the boy and they both appeared to be around 6 was holding him as he sobbed soaking the girls mint green fleece pajama shirt. She seemed to be holding back tears herself but the pure anger in her eyes was hard to see in a child so young. She softly whispered to the boy in her arms comforting words which in turn makes her kiss his forehead. She looked to the woman who is her mother. She then said softly, "If you want to leave just go. But just know this Lydia if you set foot in this house again I refuse to let you near me or Connor whatever age we may be. You have broken all of this family's hearts by leaving us and I don't believe they can be fixed."
Lydia looked shocked at her daughters boldness then scolded her with anger, "Niamh McFarlen! How dare you speak to me like that I am your mother!"
Niamh's retort was angry and harsh, however low and threatening, "You are no mother of mine if you leave your family like this!"

The familiarity of the child's voice was surprising. I remembered helping her make snowballs with the boy just two years earlier. That was why it was familiar. I noticed Niamh tuck her brother in as her grey eyed, brown haired, rather short father became cationic after the door slammed shut behind Lydia. I left to continue my winter rounds as I reluctantly left the broken family that I had watched grow.

10 years later... 1994

I had wanted to check up on them for a while but I forgot to or I was caught up in another state. However I never forgot the girl with the blue-grey eyes that was so resilient in not giving in to what she obviously considered a weakness. Niamh popped up in my mind when I saw any set of twins but the fact that she would be about 16 now thrilled me without me knowing why it did. I was still running from Kangaroo after the incident on Easter Sunday in '68. He was still mad. What a surprise! I rolled my eyes and got back to work bringing winter to the world.