A/N:  Ok, Ladies and Germs—it's time for chapter 2 of this little saga of mine.  Glad everyone likes it, and I will let you know I've got a small story for pretty much all persons. : )  I do need some assistance to answer a dilemma I have—if any of the Awians (or non-Awians) like to help out then please e-mail me—I will let you know it might contain a possible spoiler, but nothing major.  Anyways, everyone enjoy. Until next time—PCGirl.

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"They are here already," smiled Alison as she peeked into the window and walking in first.  "Hey Chris," she said smiling.

"Hey—you are never going to guess who one of those interns is," he said seeing Rafe walk in behind her.

"Who would that be?" asked Ian as he walked in last.

"Well if it isn't the good ol' Irish doctor himself," smiled Chris as he came over and shook his hand.

"Did my son make it to orientation on time?" he asked looking past Chris and over to where he was sitting with his back to him.

"Only a few minutes late, but that was always normal for both Thornhart's and Lambert's," he grinned as he looked at Danny also.  "So let's pull up a chair and I'll buy you a drink," he said taking a look over to Frank and giving a nod.

"Where's your brother today?  Or is he still doing more of the evening shift here?"

"He's—Jack's got his own life now," he said looking at Rafe and Alison who nodded.

"Well that seems like a good place to begin I guess," he said as he saw Alison give a smile to someone who was coming in the door.  "And that has got to be Katrina and--?" he said seeing the blonde and then petite brunette come in with her both laughing and smiling.

"Tara Aurelia Morley," smiled Rafe as the girls got closer.

"Hi Daddy," said Katie as she leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi Mr. Kovich," said Tara softly.

"Kate—I want you to meet a good friend of ours.  An old friend we haven't heard from in a long time.  This is Ian Thornhart."

Ian got up from the seat and looked at Kate, "The last time I saw you I think you were 4 days old.  Your middle name is from my wife, did you know that?"

"Yes, I did," she smiled brightly.  "Tara and I were coming by to ask for some money for the Pizza Shack," she said turning her attention to her dad.

"Fine. Kate sweetie—where is your sister?" asked Alison innocently enough.

"She was at the house when I left," she shrugged.

"You left her at the house by herself?  Please go pick her up and take her with you to the Pizza Shack," said Alison with a slight sternness in her voice and watched her daughter take the money and they both left.

"So how many children have been born since I left?" asked Ian.

"We have three—Eddie, Kate, and Lizzie, Caleb and Livvie have--Tara and Alex," said Alison with a slight hesitation.  "Ricky and Casey have twin girls, Marissa and Paris.  And Jamal and Imani have one boy, Jeremiah."

"I take it Jack and Jasmine don't have any?" he asked and seeing a look between the other three at the table.  "Ok, there's a story to be told and you all better start talking and fast."

"Well, the story might take awhile, Ian—how long have you got?" asked Chris.

"How far back did all of this happen?"

"Ten years ago.  Things had become, well normal.  Livvie had just given birth to Alex when everything started up.  The first sign that something was wrong was here," said Chris as he looked over to the bar and began to remember everything

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PC: 2010

Jack stood behind the bar with the phone to his ear and gave out a sigh, "Why aren't you answering your phone Frank?"  Jack had closed last night, so Frank was going to open—like always, but the waitress had called Jack out of a peaceful slumber to say the place was still locked up when she got there.  He hung up the phone and took a breath as it rang, "Hello?" he said urgently.

"Jack—what's going on?" asked Jasmine as she held their infant daughter, "I woke up and you had already left.  Is something wrong at the bar?"

"I'm not sure—Frank isn't answering his cell phone or house phone—and he's not here either."

"Well, could he be over at Neil's?  Have you tried Sara?"

"No, I'll do that next.  How is Leslie doing?"

"She's fine," she smiled as she looked down at her little girl—almost one now—sitting on her hip.

"That's good.  Well, let me call Sara at the hospital and see what's happening."

"Call me back when you find out, ok?"

"Ok," he said hanging up the phone.

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Alison sat at the table in Trinity holding Lizzie, "Where are Livvie and Alex?" she smiled to her daughter, playing with her brown locks.  If Katrina was the perfect description of a Barrington—with blonde hair and blue eyes, then Lizzie was the perfect description of a Kovich—at least Rafe's mother--with her soft brown locks, and big hazel eyes like Rafe's, "Tell her to hurry up because we're hungry," she laughed as she finally saw the door open, "What took you so long?"

"Sorry, Tara had the sniffles this morning so I took her to Lucy and my dad's instead of Pre-K," she shrugged as she smiled to Lizzie while putting Alex's carrier carefully in the chair between her and Alison.


Alison laughed, "She's four Livvie—she's going to have the sniffles.  What time is your appointment for him?" she said smiling to Alex as he grinned back at her.

"In an hour," she sighed.  "How do you do it with three—Alex is only a month old and I'm having a difficult time as it is with him and Tara."

"You manage your time more, and besides you should have it easy as much as Tara adores her father."

Livvie laughed, her daughter was definitely a Daddy's girl—his little sunshine as he called her, mainly because her middle name, Aurelia, meant sunshine.  The laughter was short lived as Alex began to cry, "Oh my little one—what's wrong?" she said picking him up and realized he needed his diaper changed, "We'll be right back—order me a seafood salad."

"Ok," she said as she waited for the waitress to come back over.  Suddenly a shadow came over the table and she looked up to see a young man standing next to the table watching Lizzie, "Can I help you?"

"I was just noticing how beautiful of a little girl you have," he said with an English accent.  "You must think me a madman—my name is JT," he said holding his hand out.

"Uhm, thank you," she said as she continued to watch his eyes—there was something not quiet unfamiliar about them.  She saw Livvie walking back and smiled at her, "Livvie—this is JT—what did you say your last name was?"

"Church," he grinned as both Livvie and Alison got a chill.  "Well, I will let you two return to your lunch—I hope to see you around town soon."

"Yeah," said Livvie as she waited for him to leave, "Was it just me or was there something familiar about him?"

"It's not just you," she said as she watched him walk past—the brown hair, the accent, the laugh that sent shivers—no, Alison would shrug it off as nothing—they were all worried about Frank so they were coming up with any explanation they could—and his name had come up already—Luckily they all knew where he was—dead and burning.

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PC: 2020

"Wait, you can't stop there," yelled Ian at Chris as the rest sat around the table with him.  He looked at Frank at the bar—wherever he went back then he seemed to be back to his normal self now.

"I'm sorry—I have to Ian, the kids have to get to work now," said Chris as he looked at his watch and the interns again.  "Rafe and Alison can tell you the rest."

"Actually we can't—I've got a class in thirty minutes, and Alison needs to head back to the house for something," said Rafe.  "This affected most of the town Ian—you can ask any of our friends, and they'll tell you the rest."

"Well, who should I ask next?"

"Frank and Imani."