The girl grunted in pain as Murphy slowly opened the door to the spare bedroom. Her teeth began to chatter despite the fact that she was sweating like mad.

'I j-just need my m-medicine...' she mumbled as Murphy slowly pulled the covers back.

Murphy frowned.

'Medicine?' he said, 'wha' medicine?'

The girl shook her head.

'I d-don't kn-ow w-what it was...' she said, 'm-my D-Dad gave it to m-me...'

Murphy sighed sadly as flashbacks of Emily began flooding his head. He gently wrapped the girl up in the blankets before settling in next to her.

'What's yer name, lass?' he asked her.

'A-Alyssa Vitanza...' the girl whispered, shivering, 's-so c-c-cold...'

Murphy groaned. He remembered how Emily complained about being cold the day he rescued her. Being around Alyssa was bringing all that back again.

'Fuckin' flashbacks...' he muttered.

Alyssa looked up at him in confusion. She tried not to cry out as she curled in a ball, wrapping her arms tightly around her knees as she tried to get warm. She bit down on her lip, trying to fight back tears. Murphy sighed, slowly getting up out of the bed.

'Holler if ye need anytin',' he said.

Alyssa looked up at him. He placed his hand on the doorknob, pausing slightly and looking over his shoulder.

'By tha way,' he said, turning the knob, ''m Murphy.'

Alyssa watched as Murphy opened the door. He closed it, sighing and collapsing to the floor.

'Fuck...' he growled.

Giovanni's Mansion: June 6th, 2010

'Look at ye...' whispered Murphy, kneeling down next to the young girl, 'ye look terrible...'

'Please don't hurt me...' sobbed the girl, 'please...'

Murphy slowly reached his hand out to the girl. Her face was bloody and covered with bruises. She was naked and curled into a tight ball on the cold stone floor of the basement. Her long, blonde hair was matted and covered in blood, her entire body coated in bruises. He gently stroked her cheek with his fingertip, whispering softly to her.

'Yer okay, lass...' he soothed her, ''m 'ere ta save ye...'

The girl looked up at Murphy. Her hazel eyes were shining with un-shed tears. She slowly opened her arms, reaching to him.

'Hold me...' she whimpered, 'please...'

Murphy swallowed back the lump in his throat as he gently took the girl in his arms. He wrapped her in his peacoat, gently cradling her head against his chest. The girl's body shook with sobs as she clung to him, feeling safe once more. Murphy sighed sadly.

'Never again...' he whispered to her, 'never again...'

Present

'Murphykins?'

Murphy looked up. Emily was standing over him, her hazel eyes shining with the same un-shed tears. He sighed.

'Hi, Em...' he mumbled.

Emily sighed sadly. She knelt down in front of her husband, gently stroking his cheek.

'Are you okay, baby?' she whispered.

Murphy shook his head.

'No...'he whispered, ''m no'...'

Emily sighed. She crawled into Murphy's lap, gently placing her head on his shoulder. She gently placed his hands on her stomach, twining her fingers in his.

'I don't think your baby would want you to be crying about the past, love,' she said softly, 'hell,I don't want you crying about the past.'

Murphy sighed.

'I can' 'elp it, love,' he whispered, gently rubbing her belly, 'she reminds me so much o' ye when Connor an' I rescued ye an' Rebecca...'

Alyssa cried out as her stomach began cramping. She bit down on her lip, trying not to draw any attention to herself. She curled up as tight as she could, trying her best not to cry.

Murphy growled as he heard Alyssa's cry. He helped Emily to her feet, running into the room to check on the young girl.

'Shh...' he whispered, crawling in the bed next to her as Emily shut the door, 't'is okay...'

Alyssa shook violently. Her father hated it when she showed any kind of weakness. She began to speak, her voice barely audible.

'P-Please don't h-hurt me, Daddy...' she whimpered, 'I p-promise that I-I'll g-get b-better...I'm n-not w-weak...'

Murphy growled.

'Jesus Christ...' he said, 'wha' tha 'ell did yer Da do ta ye?'

Alyssa stared up at him. Her eyes were wet with tears, her stomach easing up. Murphy fought against the flashbacks as Emily crawled into the bed next to him, kissing him on the cheek.

''ow old are ye, Aly?' asked Murphy.

'Six-Sixteen...' mumbled Alyssa, 'please don't make me go back...'

'We're not gonna make you go back, Alyssa,' said Emily softly, 'we promise.'

Murphy chuckled.

'She's a youngin',' he teased, 'younger than Connor an' I.'

Alyssa frowned.

'How old a-are you, M-Murphy?' she asked.

Murphy smiled.

'Connor an' I are twenty-four as o' last month,' he said.

She attempted to smile at him.

'You're n-not that o-old,' she said.

Emily giggled.

'He's getting there,' she teased, gently kissing Murphy's lips.

Alyssa laughed. Her laugh soon turned into a groan. Murphy sighed.

'Ye need ta rest, lass,' he said, 'do ye wan' Emily an' I ta stay or do ye wan' us ta leave?'

Alyssa whimpered at the thought of him leaving when she just started to trust him.

'Please don't leave me...' she whispered.

Murphy nodded. Emily crawled under the covers with him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. Alyssa closed her eyes, slowly falling into a deep and exhausted sleep.