A/N: I'm updating! This chapter is pretty short, but I'm going to update again soon... If you review.

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The doctors told Amy she was lucky. She had gotten off with only a concussion and a broken wrist. And a dead mother. Just her kind of luck.

It turned out, she had been out cold for an entire week after the accident, and in that week Lou had efficiently managed to ruin what little life Amy had left. She had sent all the problem horses back to their owners, closed the business that had taken so long for their mother to start, and set their little white house up for sale. Amy was now staying with Lou in her small apartment in down town London, which obviously meant no horses. So Lou had sold Pegasus and Flame. Amy had been furious. She had contacted their new owners, trying desperately to buy the horses back, but without luck.

Her life now revolved around the small television that stood in the middle of Lou's tiny living room. At that moment she was lying on the swayed burgundy couch, that she also slept on, watching a dull documentary on lions when Lou and her boyfriend, Charles, came in. Amy had met him before. He was stiff, and more than a little stuck up. She had no clue what her sister saw in him.

"Hi Amy," he greeted her cheerfully. There was a commercial break, so she hardly had an excuse to ignoring him. "I'm really sorry about your mum." Amy grunted in reply, eyes still glued to the small screen that was now showing some blond beauty shaving her legs.

"Hello Amy," Lou called to her as she put her shoes and coat away neatly in the closet. She wandered across to the small kitchen and deposited her three grocery bags of food on the tiled floor. "What are you watching?" she asked, obviously attempting to break the tension.

"National Geographic," Amy replied, watching as the lions, now back on the screen, started eating a zebra, fighting for their share of the food.

"Cool. I'm going to make pasta for supper. Does that sound alright?"

"I'm not hungry," Amy said monotonously. Her sister looked up from where she was loading canned food into a cupboard. Amy felt a slight twinge of guilt at the look of worry etched on the other woman's delicate features.

"Well, if you want something when it's done, you're welcome to join us," she said gently. Amy grunted. The two left her to her show. A lioness was now licking a small golden brown cub as it fought its sisters and brothers for its mother's milk. Lucky thing, she thought bitterly. Things were getting really bad when she was jealous of lion cubs because they had a mother.

She watched for a few moments in silence. Then her cell phone started vibrating. She glared at the small lime green chunk of metal, hating it for surviving what her mother had not. She flipped it open, checking the caller ID. It was Laura. Of course it was. She had already called Amy 5 times that day, and every time Amy refused to answer. She didn't want any more sympathy. Finally the phone lay still again, and the girl focused her attention once more on the television.

Then Lou's phone rang. Amy growled in annoyance. If it was Laura again...

"If it's Laura, tell her I'm not here," she yelled as her sister went to pick up the phone. The other woman talked for a while, before Amy heard her say, "Alright. I'll pass her over then. Good Bye." Amy sent her a diamond cracking glare. Lou rolled her eyes, her calm and composed mask slipping.

"It's not Laura," she snapped, passing over the portable phone. Amy, still glaring, snatched the phone, turning down the volume on the TV.

"Hello?"

"Hi Amy. This is your grandfather," Jack Bartlett, her grandfather, her mother's father said.

"Hi," she said nervously. She rarely spoke with her grandfather, and could count the number of times she had seen him on one hand. But of course he would be calling, now that his only daughter was dead.

"Amy, I am so sorry about Marion," he said softly. The girl nodded, forgetting that he couldn't see her. "I'll be coming to the funeral," he want on. Amy felt her throat tighten. She had completely forgotten about the funeral. It was only one month since she had been released from the hospital, and reality hadn't quite caught up with her yet. Her mother was dead. Marion wasn't coming back.

There was a bit of an awkward break. Jack broke it by saying, "I just wanted you to know that, well, I have a farm out here in Virginia, you know. So if you wanted you could come out here and live with me. We could probably find you a horse. And you sister can come too, if she wants. But she didn't really sound like she wanted to when I talked with her." He spoke quickly, as if he was expecting her to refuse. "But don't feel pressured! I just want you to know that, well, now that my– your– um... Marion is..." his voice faltered, as if saying the word would make it true.

"Thanks. I'll think about it," Amy said hoarsely, taking pity to him. She didn't want to hear the word again, she realized, as new tears flooding her eyes. Once again, there was the awkward silence.

"Alright, well, I'd better let you go now. Nice talking to you again."

"Yeah. You too. Bye Jack," Amy said softly.

"Bye. Oh, and Amy, Hun," he added. "Call me Grandpa,"

Supper was awkward, and Amy knew it was mostly her fault. While Lou and Charles constantly made efforts to break the silence, Amy just moved her pasta around her plate, never meeting anyone's eyes, only speaking when spoken to.

When it was finally it was over, Amy rose and dumped the remains of her noodles and tomato sauce into the garbage can. She mumbled her thanks, and headed towards Lou's room, that was unoccupied at the moment, as Charles was busy talking with its owner.

"Don't worry about cleanup," Lou called, rather unnecessarily. " Charles and I will take care of that." Amy snorted.

"I wasn't planning to help anyways," she mumbled. No one seemed to notice.

She entered Lou's small bedroom, closing the door behind her. Glancing around, she noticed how plain the room was. There was a small, slightly dusty book shelf along one wall, and a single bed with clean baby blue sheets along another. Amy dropped herself on to the mattress, and allowed herself to bounce a few times before the bed settled once more. To her surprise, she spotted a horse magazine as her eyes traveled over her sister's night stand. On the cover there was a picture of a young girl riding a gray Welsh pony over a small fence. Amy flipped to the table of content, scanning it quickly to see if there was anything worth reading. There was an article on Bach Flower Remedies on page 28. She already knew a lot about them, as her mother had used them on the horses she treated, but the girl still felt an urge to read it.

It contained lots of information of Rescue remedy, one of the most commonly used Bach remedies. Finding it far more interesting than she had expected, Amy flipped to the next page were the article continued, and her eyes were instantly drawn to the only picture on the page. It was of a boy who looked to be about her age, perhaps a bit older. He was tall and lean, but had a well muscled build. His hair was dark brown, his eyes a beep emerald green. Wow. Amy swallowed hard. He was hot.

Beside him stood a tall, bay Trakehner mare. The picture was captioned: Ty Baldwin (above) uses Bach Flower Remedies to clam his horse, Star. That part of the article mainly focused on a stables in Virginia. That's where Grandpa lives, Amy realized, exited. Just one more reason to move in with him. She smiled at her own folly. As the population of Virginia was about 7 000 000, the chances of her actually meeting this guy were quite literally 1 in 7 000 000. And he's probably really stuck up, she told herself, still staring at the small picture. Most hot guys were. But the possibility of moving to Virginia was still not looking all that bad... she could have a horse again... not bad at all.

She drifted off to sleep on her sister's bed, imagining a new life in the States.

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