Hi everyone! So I just wanted to jump into the story on my first chapter but now I need to tell you I don't owe Sherlock :( and this is my first Sherlock story, so try and be nice. If you like though, please R&R. Thanks again for reading, enjoy!

As soon as the helicopter landed everything was in motion. There was a team waiting for them to land so the skid was lifted out of the helicopter and was taken to the building faster than John could get out of his seat. The Holmes brothers were trying so hard to not race after the stretcher as quickly as they could, but it was taking a good deal of discipline from them.

A room away from the other doctors John waited with the insufferable brothers as Sherlock paced enough to make any man crazy and Mycroft sat trying to act patient but his bouncing leg was giving him away. Being on the other side of the waiting room, John made a promise to make sure that the next time he had a family waiting he'd keep them as updated as much as possible.

Sherlock couldn't just sit still, all he wanted to do was go outside and light up a cigarette. Maybe it wouldn't help, but it would calm his nerves a bit. He sneered at Mycroft for the thousandth time; his brother was never going to let him live down the fact that he'd found her when Sherlock couldn't. He never let Sherlock live anything down about Kili's capture.

"Sherlock?"

"What?" Sherlock barked, but regretted it as John flinched. They hadn't known each other long. They'd only worked that one case together, but the man had saved Sherlock's life. That had to have brought them closer, right? Made them friends? At least the closest thing that Sherlock has ever had to a friend.

"Can I ask how your little sister ended up captured by… whoever it was?" It had been bothering John since he'd found out the missing woman was his sister. Was it someone trying to get at the one of the Holmes boys? Should he be worried about getting kidnapped so someone could get closer to them?

"I don't know all the details, I'm sure when she awakens she'll fill us in." In truth Sherlock didn't want to tell John how much he'd failed his own flesh and blood. His little sister. All his life he felt a responsibility to protect her, to teach her. She'd been so smart, so talented. He didn't want to think of the girl on the table, cut up, bruised, scarred both inside and out, as his little sister. He wanted Killian to remain the perfect little girl that she'd always been.

"Mr. Holmes?" Sherlock head snapped so quickly to the doctor that John wouldn't be surprised if he had whiplash. Mycroft on the other had was so coiled that when the doctor called he was like a spring and jumped from the chair so fast that he'd knocked it down.

"Yes, how is she?" Both men asked simultaneously. John looked at the man who was caught off guard by the Holmes bothers' abruptness.

"Well, out with it!" Mycroft demanded.

"Right, right, well um. She's doing okay. She doesn't have any internal injuries. We stitched and re-stitched some of the larger cuts. She's got a few broken bones, but the biggest problem we're going to have to face now is the detox. She's so malnourished it's going to be problematic."

"When can we see her?" It was asked as a question, but it seemed more like command to get him into her room.

"Well, we want her to sleep but she's insisting for the both of you. She's refusing any rest until she can speak with you." The doctor answered warily.

"Well then, show the way!" Sherlock instructed.

"Yes, of course. But please, try and keep it short. She really needs her rest." Both men gave a curt nod but Sherlock knew he wouldn't leave until Kili told him.

The walk down the medical hall seemed too long and Sherlock was becoming exasperated with Mycroft umbrella tapping on the tiles. With fist clenched Sherlock essentially shoved the doctor out of the way once they had gotten to Killian's door.

"Sherlock." The girl smiled as best as she could from the hospital bed. She was hooked up to an IV system that was pumping something into her system, Sherlock assumed it was for nutrients, perhaps to help her with the withdrawals as well.

"Hello, Kili." Sherlock gave her a small smile but it was just for her benefit. As he looked down at the beaten and battered woman in the bed he could barely recognize the traces of his sister. She was broken, but in her eyes, the same eyes that he saw in the mirror, he saw the little girl he used to read to. In her dimples he saw the child that used to play pirates with him. He knew she was broken, he just hoped he could help mend her.

Sherlock saw that her hand was shaking badly, a symptom of being without the drugs that her body had become used to. He closed his eyes remembering the way his hands would shake, and how his sister would hold them and tell him it would all be okay. Sherlock took her shaky hand in his not being able to look at the tremble any longer. He couldn't make the promise that she had. He didn't know if it would in fact be okay, but with a squeeze of his hand he let her know that he would be here for her no matter what. That she could depend on him, this time at least.

Killian clung tightly to Sherlock's hand and did everything she could to keep her tears at bay. If she got too emotional the doctors would make her brothers leave, and she'd just gotten them back. Besides the Holmes siblings didn't do well with emotions and it would probably scare her brothers off. Still one tear escaped and before she could wipe it away, she felt a hand brush it away.

"Mycroft." She said choked out. It hurt to speak, but somehow his name set her body at ease.

"We've got you dear." He said taking her other hand.

"Is this real?" She asked her brothers who had constantly been plaguing her dreams.

"Now don't get lazy, Killian." Mycroft chastised. "Look around, you tell us if it's real or not." The look that Sherlock gave his older brother said he didn't approve, but looked towards Kili none the less waiting.

Killian gave a small sniff. "Formaldehyde." She said quietly before turning to Mycroft. "And you're wearing the expensive fragrance you got as a gift from Lady Tries too Hard."

"That's not her name, Killian." His reproachful voice was an instinct, but the smile that came after showed his delight that she was being her smart-alecky self. He brushed her hair from face and tucked it behind her ear.

"I didn't ruin a meeting for you, did I?" Mycroft shook his head.

"None that I wouldn't mind giving up for you." He smiled down, but Killian noticed the tears that he blinked back. She gave him a small smile but turned to Sherlock not being able to look her oldest brother in the eyes when they had tears gathered in them.

"Sherlock." He gave her hand an extra squeeze. "Your hands are steady, and warm. You really did quit." She surmised with a pain filled smile.

"I'm so sorry, Kili." She gripped his hand as much as she could, but to Sherlock it seemed but a gentle squeeze.

"I love you, Sherlock. It's not your fault." At this Sherlock gave a skeptical scoff. "I mean it, Sherlock. I never once blamed you." At that she looked back to Mycroft. "Either of you." Sherlock looked to Mycroft with his brows knitted together, but Mycroft ignored him.

"You can sleep now, Killian. You're safe." Mycroft gave her a gentle squeeze.

"Please don't leave me here." She turned her head to Sherlock pleading with him.

"Killian, you have nothing to fear. You're safe, my staff was handpicked by myself, no harm will come to you." Mycroft assured logically. But Killian didn't tear her eyes from Sherlock. She knew rationally that she didn't have anything to fear any longer, but just as when she was a child and told her oldest brother she was afraid of the noises of their big house, his logic made no difference to her irrational fears.

Just like then, she turned to Sherlock. "I'll stay with you." He nodded. And just as when she was a child his presence calmed her. Killian was always closer to Sherlock. It was nothing against Mycroft. He'd always done his best with his little sister, but with all of his knowledge he lacked real understanding for his sister. She was like her brothers in many ways, but so different at the same time.

"I don't want to stay here long." Sherlock nodded knowing that whatever had happened to Killian it made her nervous of this place. He could see it in her eyes, she wanted out badly.

"I'll see to it." Sherlock assured her with a nod. "Now, you need your rest. I'm going to be outside in the hall, I'll be right back once I'm done discussing it with Mycroft and the medical team.

"You'll come back though, right Sherlock?" Killian asked with a trace of fear in her voice that Sherlock hated, it was so unlike the strong woman that she'd grown to be.

"I just got you back Kili, I don't want you out of my sight longer than I have to." He said as he brought her still trembling hand to his lips and gave her a soft kiss. She gave him a watery smile and nodded.

"Get some sleep, Kili. I'll be back to visit you in the morning." Mycroft said giving her other hand a small squeeze. Kili nodded again to her oldest brother not trusting her voice to have to say goodbye to him so soon.

As the men left the room Kili finally let out the few silent tears that she'd been holding back for so long now. She was home, she was with her family, and for the first time in a long time she felt somewhat safe. She knew her brothers would do everything in their power to protect their sister now that they had her back. She knew that they would help ween her off the drugs that had been forced into her system. She'd be back to her old self in no time, at least she hoped so.

She laid her head back against her pillow when she realized that she couldn't see Sherlock through the door. She needed some reassurance that he was there, that he was real. That this wasn't just some evil dream. She both loved and hated those dreams. The dreams were so realistic it kept her brother's faces clear in her mind, helped remember their voices, but waking from those dreams was like losing them all over again.

She watched the blurry image of Sherlock come through the door and sit on the edge of the bed like he used to when he'd tell her stories to get her to go to sleep. "I missed you, Sherlock." Kili croaked between a sob.

"I missed you too, Kili. I had to resort to our skull. Very poor substitute indeed." Sherlock smiled as Kili coughed on a laugh and smiled up at her brother. She reached up touching his cheek and rubbing it like she used to as a child. For a man with such sharp cheek bones he had the softest cheeks.

"I'll be back solving crimes with you in no time." Sherlock had to close his eyes at the oncoming of tears. Kili had always supported Sherlock, had always been by his side even when the rest had given up on him, he always had Kili.

"I wouldn't have it any other way. But before we can go off chasing criminals, we need you in good health. Which means you need to sleep now." She nodded dropping her hand from his cheek, Sherlock instantly missed the warmth that was now gone. That was nothing though compared to the warmth that he now had in his heart now that his little sister was back.

"You promise you'll stay?"

"The second you close those eyes of yours I'm going to pull over that dreadful looking bed across from you and try to find some comfort so I can fall asleep to your snores." He smirked.

"I do not snore." She gave a weak laugh. He had told her when she was little she couldn't sleep in his room because her snoring would disrupt his much needed rest.

"Fine, your loud breathing, better?" He bowed. Kili gave him a watery smile.

"So much better now."

"Good, now sleep before they come in here and give you a sedative." He said putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

"No need. I love you" And she was right, the second she closed her eyes she was asleep. Sherlock put his face in his hands, taking a shaky breath. He took a moment to compose himself, although he couldn't hide his red burning eyes.

"I love you too, Kili." He answered as he kissed her forehead. She was already too sleep to feel his kiss, but he could have sworn he saw her lips twitch slightly as if in a small smile. "I'm so glad you're back." Even when she was asleep her hand had a small tremor which he tried to stop by covering it with his hand.

The mixture of medicine, pain, and sheer exhaustion kept Kili asleep for the next three days. Mycroft came and visited as he had promised he would the next morning and sat on the opposite side of Kili's bed from Sherlock in silence. There was so much to say, so much to discuss; now just didn't seem the time to do it. Soon it was John sitting next to Kili's side but he had moved the chair so he was sitting next to Sherlock, supporting Sherlock in his obvious time of need. Sherlock hid it well though. He brooded, snapped at some of the nurses and doctors who came through to check on his sister, but he never left her side. He did eat, but only when John brought him something. The biggest case of his life, the case of his missing sister, was coming to an end. He now had her back, he just needed to know why she was taken to begin with. He hoped that when she woke she'd be able to help him solve the cases like they used to a lifetime ago.

When the sun rose on the fourth day it caught Kili's eyes making her finally stir. She felt cramped and slightly disorientated, but not the pain that she had felt for years now. Sherlock heard her mumble incoherently and raced from her window where he'd been looking out. "Kili?"

"Sherlock?" she smiled. "Oh thank God it wasn't a dream!" She said as she embraced him. Sherlock happily noticed that her strength was coming back.

"No, not a dream Kili. I've got you." Kili took a shuttering breath keeping her tears at bay, she was done crying, at least for now.

"How are you feeling?" He asked pulling her back with his arms on her shoulder to look over her.

"Better than I have in a very long time!" Sherlock picked up his sister's hand and let it go when it was nearly eye level. Kili's smile grew and she gave a short laugh when she saw how steady it was. She threw her arms around her brother's neck and he kissed her forehead. "It's over."

"You're free." He agreed, as he brushed his fingers through the tangles in her hair.

"You think they'll let me out of here? I could use a shower."

"Yes, you certainly could." Kili shoved her brother with a laugh but it was cut short by a wince.

"Are you alright?" Sherlock asked concerned again.

"Yeah, my rib just hurts." Kili answered, laying back trying to get comfortable again.

"The doctors did say you fractured them." He commented sitting on the side of her bed.

"I didn't, they did." She said shaking her head and now looking out across the room but seeing something Sherlock couldn't.

"Do you know who they are?" Kili shook her head to her brother's question and opened her mouth only to be interrupted.

"Oh, lookie who's awake." A too happy nurse exclaimed as she opened the door. Sherlock had a desire to push her back out the door and slam it in her face so he could continue his talk with his sister, but before he could make a move Kili took his hand. She knew what he was thinking before he could act and knew it would only get him in trouble and the last thing she wanted was to be separated from him right now. "How are you feeling, Sweetiekins?" Even Kili winced at that term of endearment.

"Just fine thank you, and wanting to get out of here as soon as possible." Kili said cutting to the chase.

"Well, we'll have to see what the doc has to say about that lamb chop."

"Ma'am I hate to sound rude, and maybe it's just my current state but could you do without the bed side manner? I'm not a child and it's making my head ache worse." The woman froze when she was checking through the charts.

"Well sorry miss grumpy pants, didn't know you had a case of the moodies!"

"Ma'am I was kidnapped by a group of men who led me captive for three years, maybe you aren't the best person to handle me at this precise moment so can I request someone else? Preferably someone who doesn't sound like they just stepped out of a children's program, thank you." The woman dropped Kili's chart and turned on her heels to march out of the room.

"I see it's not just the men in the family then." She grumbled before shutting the door a little harder than necessary. Kili threw her head back on the pillow.

"Please don't tell me that the state of the world has somehow devolved into a place where everyone is expected to act like a grade school teacher while I've been away." Sherlock smirked at his younger sister.

"No, thankfully she was more bothersome than most of them that have been checking in on you."

"Well, hopefully she'll at least alert the doctor that I'm awake so we can get out of here." Kili pulled her head back up so she was again looking at her brother with a touch of sadness. "I don't suppose I still have my flat, do I?" Sherlock shook his head remembering how hard the day was when they removed her belongings.

"No, I'm afraid not."

"You wouldn't happened to be willing to share with your favorite sister, would you?" She asked with a smile.

"You're my only sister, Kili." He reminded her for the thousands time.

"Ergo, your favorite." She answered as she always did with a smile.

"Of course you're staying with me, although it may be a bit crowded. I've got a flat mate." Kili raised her brows in surprise.

"You have a flat mate? Who?"

"His name's John Watson." Kili put her hand up to stop him from continuing. She closed her eyes and furrowed her brows and Sherlock knew she was looking back through her mind.

"John? The army doctor that was with you when you found me?" Sherlock beamed with pride at his sister.

"Remarkable, half conscience and you still were able to deduct that he was military man, a doctor, and learn his name." He kissed her on the head. She gave a little smile.

"Half dead you mean." Sherlock gave a wince.

"Don't say that." Kili gave her brother a small sad smile.

"It's okay, Sherlock. I'm here. Of course I'll feel a hell of a lot better when I can get out of here." She said throwing her arm out to indicate the hospital, by doing so she saw the IV sticking out of her arm. She knew it was just fluids and medicine that she needed but that didn't stop the cold sweat that started to break out. "Sher-" She chocked on her sob.

"Kili, what is it?" Her brother was looking her over noticing that her heart rate was climbing but not seeing a reason for it. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath trying to keep her emotions in check.

"You need to get the doctor to get this thing out of me." Her right arm was hovering over her left just itching to rip the needle out of her arm. The last thing she wanted though was another track mark on her arm to show the world she was just another junkie. "Please." She begged him looking at him with watery eyes. Sherlock didn't need to be asked again as he ran out the door, Kili clutched her arm and squeezed her eyes together trying to banish the memories of the men holding her down and injecting the drugs into her through needles that looked a lot like this one.

Minutes later Sherlock came back with John at his side. "Are you okay, Kilian?" John asked even though he could tell by the way she was digging her nails into her arm that she was far from it.

"Please, get this out of me." She begged him not opening her eyes yet.

"Kilian, you need the fluids." John tried to insist.

"Please, Dr. Watson! If you don't I will!" John could see that she was trying to fight back the panic as well as any Holmes could.

"Alright, alright. Just try to relax, okay?" Kili took a calming breath and looked into Johns eyes seeing the kindness in them.

"Okay, okay." She let go of her arm and focused on Sherlock taking her other hand in his.

"There you go, all done." John smiled as he reached behind him.

"Thank you." Kili gave him a small watery smile taking a deep breath to try and calm herself.

"Would you like me to call Mycroft and tell him that you're awake?" Kili knew that Sherlock didn't really want Mycroft around, but he needed to get away from all of the emotions.

"Yeah, that sounds good." Kili answered with a shaky breath. As Sherlock left Kili turned to face John who was wrapping her arm. "Sorry. I know it's ridiculous." Kili said "I'm not usually like this."

"Not at all." John said with a kind smile. "Did Sherlock tell you I was in the military?"

"Well…"

"He didn't have to." John guessed shaking his head. "Well when I was in Afghanistan I got shot," Kili's eyes widened in shock. "So I walked with a limp and a cane after that." Kili scrunched her brows in confusion. Did the drugs make her miss something? "I was shot in the shoulder." He answered her unasked question.

"Oh it was psychosomatic." John nodded.

"My therapist says sometimes when we go through traumatic experiences our brains can't really comprehend so we end up doing things that we wouldn't normally do. So don't be too tough on yourself, don't try rushing anything. Just take it day by day and we'll be there to help you along the way."

"Thank you, John." She smiled appreciatively at him. "I love my brothers dearly, but they have a problem with being understanding sometimes, not that I'm too much better mind you, but I thank you for offering your shoulder."

"Any time." He nodded patting Kili's arm.

"Mycroft will be here in fifteen minutes, then we can get you out of here." Sherlock announced as he walked into the room.

"Don't we have to wait until the doctor releases her?" John asked standing from the chair Sherlock had been using.

"John, I've told you Mycroft is the Puppet Master around here." Sherlock said rolling his eyes as he came back to assess Kili. "Can you sit up?" It took a lot of effort on Kili's part and the help of Sherlock and John but she was finally able to sit up.

"How are your ribs?" John asked in doctor mode.

"Fractured from what I hear." Kili laughed at her joke but it soon turned into a grimace when she felt the pain in her sides. "Alright, they still hurt." She admitted trying to catch her breath.

"Try hiding that from Mycroft when he comes." Sherlock said a bit coldly which earned a disapproving look from John, but Kili was used to Sherlock's actions so she just nodded her head in agreeance.

"Are you sure you want to be getting out of here so fast, Kili?" John asked concerned.

"More than you could ever imagine, Dr. Watson." She said with determination.

"Alright, you can just call me John though."

"Ah, Elizabeth, so glad to see you're up." Mycroft smiled strolling into the hospital room.

"Killian." She reminded her brother for the millionth time.

"Oh, but of course." John noticed that the worried, caring brother from the days before was now gone replaced with the Mycroft he'd come to expect. "So Killian, how are you feeling?"

"A little sore, tired, but ready to get out of this place." Mycroft raised his brow to show his disbelief.

"Only a little sore?"

"Nothing that a little medicine and some rest wouldn't fix up in a jiff." Mycroft raised his umbrella and applied light pressure onto her injured sides. Kili held breath and tried to show as little pain as possible but it came through in a slight grunt.

"That sounds like more than a little sore, doesn't it?"

"Like I said, nothing a little pain medication and rest won't cure. And I'll try and keep away from umbrellas." Kili bit back with a glare. It caught John in surprise as he hadn't seen anything but a smile from the girl.

"As I'm sure you know Mycroft, there's not much that can be done for injured ribs. I can make sure they're wrapped, make sure she gets the proper medicine and in the correct dosage, as well as keep her in bed as long as she needs to heal." Mycroft gave John a piercing look as if trying to see into his soul. But then again when a Holmes looked at you, they almost could. John didn't shirk away like most would though.

"Very well Dr. Watson. I never was very good at telling my sister no, besides you make a compelling argument. As long as you agree to take care of her I'll let her go." He then turned and looked at Killian. "So I've arranged a place for you at my house."

"She's staying with me, Mycroft." Sherlock spoke for the first time since Mycroft walked in the door. Killian knew that he was waiting, knowing that Mycroft would more than likely disagree with whatever he said.

"That's preposterous!" He nearly shouted. "You're the reason she's in this mess to begin with!"

"Mycroft!" Killian yelled making her wince. "That's enough of that." She stated firmly. "I love you, but I am in fact going to stay with Sherlock. It only makes sense that I do, Dr. Watson will be there and Sherlock will be able to look after me during the day when you're off at work. Now, whenever you would like to come check up on me you can visit us."

"Kili." Sherlock nearly whined.

"Enough, Sherlock!" She looked between her two brothers. "Listen, I love you both deeply, you must stop this childish feud! I'm home, I'm safe, and I'm with my two favorite people in the world." When neither of the men said anything Killian continued. "Please, for me." She asked hoping it would get the boys to listen.

"Fine, you can stay with Sherlock, if you so desire." Killian nodded her head.

"And Mycroft can visit you when he wishes. As long as he's not too bothersome." Sherlock was quick to add. Killian knew it was the best she was going to get.

"Good so we're all agreed. When can I get out of this place?" She asked looking up at Mycroft.

"After Mother and Father come see you." He looked down at his watch. "They should be here in roughly thirty three minutes." Killian didn't want to seem upset about seeing her parents again, but she wasn't thrilled at the prospect either. She knew in exactly thirty three minutes they would bust through the doors and the "I told you so" speech would begin. With a groan she laid back down in bed and shut her eyes. Maybe she could still pretend she was asleep. It didn't take long through for Kili to fall back to sleep though, but she was awoken thirty three minutes later exactly.

"I thought you said she was awake, Mikey." Killian could hear Mycroft complain about his mother's nickname.

"She's just resting, Mother." Sherlock said as he stood giving her his chair.

"My baby." The tears could be heard in the woman's voice as she took Killian's hand and the girl knew she needed to wake.

"Mum?" Killian didn't expect the hitch in her own voice.

"Oh, Elizabeth!" For once Killian didn't correct her. Even when the woman threw her arms around her and squeezed too tight for her fractured ribs, although she couldn't help the sharp intake which alerted her mother. "Oh, I'm so sorry, darling. I'm just so sorry." Her mother broke down and no one really knew what to do.

"It's okay mother. I'm here, I'm alright." Killian did her best to give her mother a brave smile but she could feel her lower lip quiver.

"My strong girl." Her father said proudly with tears in his eyes.

"Dad." The girl threw her arms around the man's neck and he held her gently but close.

"I'm so glad you came back to us." He whispered into her ear as he kissed her temple. Out of the two of them Kili had always been closest with her father since he was the most normal in the family.

"I'm glad to be home." She replied with a kiss to the man's cheek.

"We're going to have to get some meat back on those bones though." Killian smiled at the idea of a home cooked meal. "Robert Bradford was married off in your absence, but we'll get you another suitor. As long as we can fix your hair again."

"Mother please." Killian begged not wanting to go over this again.

"Oh don't worry, Elizabeth. A couple days in the salon and you will be prim and proper and you will have a suitor. If you're not too old that is, we don't need you being a spinster now do we?" She said pinching her cheeks that didn't have enough for her to pinch. Killian swatted her mother's hand away and shook her head looking to Sherlock for help.

"Mother, do you think you can just let your daughter rest a bit before you start trying to marry her off for riches as if this was the eighteenth century." Sherlock suggested with his hands behind his back leaning against the wall that Killian was now staring at. She gave him a small grateful smile.

"You know it's not like that, Deary. I just don't want you to have to want for anything." She said capturing her daughter's hand in hers again.

"Mother, I get by just fine on my own."

"Oh dear, if you had a man to take care of you wouldn't be on your brother's heels and you wouldn't have been taken that night."

"Mother!" All three siblings turned to their mother in shock. It was as if she was blaming Killian for being captured. Killian didn't know why she was surprised, she knew it was coming.

"All I'm saying is we told you that your brother was in too deep and you weren't going to be able to help."

"Well he's clean now, isn't he?" She snapped back at her mother.

"No thanks to you, deary." Killian stared at her mother with large eyes. It was as if her mother slapped her, it may have hurt less if she had. All the times Killian helped Sherlock, everything that she had done for him when everyone else had written him off as a lost cause, she hadn't given up hope. But her mother was right, Killian hadn't done anything to save him.

"As Killian's doctor, I think that it may be best we give her some time to rest." John suggested to try saving Killian anymore aggravation and heart ache.

"I agree." Mycroft said going along with the ruse. They all shuffled out of the room until it was just Killian and her father.

"I'm sorry, Kili dear." He said as he bent down and kissed her cheek.

"I know, Papa." The older man brushed a stray tear away and gave her a sad smile.

"She doesn't mean to hurt you, she just doesn't understand. She's a lot like your brothers in that aspect, but she didn't have someone with a warm soul like yours to try and help her." Killian nodded her head. She had heard the excuse enough times, it still didn't stop her mother's words from hurting her no matter how many times she reminded herself sentiments were for fools. "I love you, Killian."

"I love you too, Papa." She said with a real smile. "I'm so glad to see you."

"And I you my dear. Now get some sleep so you can get home." Killian nodded and snuggled down into the bed to obey his orders. Her father left the room turning back just once more to see his baby girl back from the dead. He couldn't help the tears that rolled down his cheeks as he blew her a kiss like when she was a little girl and he tucked her into bed.

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