"No way," exclaimed Bo.

"But it'd be good for you," defended Upham.

The violet eyed woman shook her head. She pulled out a cigarette and began to smoke it. She let out a groan.

"I told you what happened last time I tried. What makes you think it's gonna be any different?"

Upham sighed heavily. He had known it would be hard to convince her to try again. He had grown used to her stubborn attitude.

"You've been to war, that's what's different," he replied, "You said you told them you would fight?"

She nodded. "Yeah, but they didn't believe me."

"Then show them that scar you got in Russia. Or the one from France or Japan," he suggested.

Her eyes widened as the smoke flew from her mouth. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then quickly shut it. She leaned against the nearby building with a huff.

"Fine, but you're coming with," she complied.

He nodded. That afternoon, the pair hopped onto a train. Bo's knee started to shake. Noticing, Upham grabbed her hand and squeezed it. She looked at him with a gleam of thanks. After several hours, the train came to their stop. The pair stepped onto the platform. Bo's arm wrapped around her stomach. Her forehead was sweating, despite the cold air. She knew, if it weren't for Upham, she would have turned back by now. The pair continued to walk through the city streets and into the suburbs. Bo suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her gaze fixated on the cherry wood door she had known. The corporal laid his hand on her shoulder.

"You can do it, I'm right here."

She nodded as the two trekked up the walkway. They stopped right in front of the door. Bo held up her hand to knock. She sucked in a deep breath and pounded on the door. After a few moments, the door opened to reveal a blonde woman with violet eyes. She gasped slightly.

"A-Alice?" she asked.

"Hi, uh, mom," Bo replied. She started to ramble. "I honestly don't know what to say. I said I was sorry for leaving without a goodbye, but all you did was stand there. Dad spit at me and you did nothing! I felt alone, mom. Do you know how awful it feels to be alone? I told you I would fight. And I did. And I met some pretty great people. They made that feeling go away, they became my family. I saw them die and I saw them wounded. I saw them laugh, and I saw them cry. Not once did they tell me I was a disappointment or a failure. They had my back, no matter what I did. I know this is a lot to process, but the real reason I came here was to tell you that you're still my family. And even though you treated me like complete shit, I still love both of you. I know I'm not a peach either, hell I'm a thorn in everyone's side, but I still care about you..." she paused as she thought about what she just said.

Bo watched the woman carefully. She could tell her mother was trying to process what she had just threw at her. Her violet eyes swept back to Upham. The corporal gave an encouraging nod. She looked back at her mother. Her violet eyes scanned her daughter. She let out a deep sigh.

"Alice, did you really fight?"

Inwardly groaning, Bo nodded. She lifted up the bottom half of her shirt. A long scar stretched across her stomach.

"That's from Russia. I-I was thrown into the barbed wire. Spent three days at Sick-bay recovering."

She lowered her shirt. Bo continued to lift up her pant leg. A smaller scar wrapped around her ankle.

"That's from Japan. A soldier tried to slice it off. I was lucky not to lose my foot."

She released her pant leg. She rolled down her shirt until her shoulder was showing. A circular scar showed itself.

"That's from France, my last battle. I couldn't sleep on it for five weeks."

The mother watched on with little emotion. She stood with an icy glare. Her arms remained crossed. After a moment, some of it melted.

"Was it worth it?" the blonde muttered. Bo nodded. "Your father's dead. Died the day after you tried to come back."

The jet black haired woman dropped her jaw. Her arms curled around her stomach as she hunched over. A sound of wailing escaped her lips. Tears burst from her eyes. Upham rushed to her before she could fall over. His dark gaze shot to the woman. Her eyes held small tears. Upham grew angry. He turned to his friend. He then shot his gaze back to the mother.

"How could you? She comes all the way here to apologize and you just tell her this? You don't even accept her apology?"

He turned around as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around as Bo gripped onto Upham for support. The two hugged each other as the mother closed the door. A few long moments later, the two started heading back down the street. Bo laid her head on Upham's shoulder. The dark eyed man looked down at her.

"I'm sorry, Bo. I was wrong."

"It's okay Tim. It did help, getting things off my chest. Besides, now I get to stay with you."

Upham chuckled quietly. "Yeah. You do."