No idea what this chapter is. It wasn't pre-written, I just added it in last minute as I thought something was missing. I hope it's not too shit!

I was listening to 'Possibility' by Lykke Li while I wrote this, it's not mentioned in the chapter, just sets the mood I wanted :)

The quote is from 'A series of unfortunate events' by the glorious Lemony Snicket, book the 13th. I think Kit Snicket is my favourite fictional character ever...apart from Harry and Nikki and Leo obvs.

Thank you all for the reviews, please leave me a wee comment if you're enjoying it!

Don't own anything, no songs, no quotes, no characters...except baby...he's all mine!

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Slowly, but surely, she regains composure.

Slowly, but surely, she pieces her life back together.

And learns how to breathe again.

Though of course the first thing she wants to do is to see him. Harry refuses, clamming up and becoming withdrawn and quiet and she can't understand how he can live and breathe before seeing with his own eyes that this little part of them, detached from their own bodies, is safe.

It is Leo in the end that takes her up, leaning gently on the back of the wheelchair as if about to ask her something, before thinking better of it and ringing the buzzer instead.

She knows him well. She knows he was going to ask her if she really thought this was a good idea. He would be so very small, it might be a shock. She also knows that then he would have reminded himself that this is her child.

And there is a possibility that he might not survive.

And if he didn't, and if she hadn't seen him, she would never forgive herself.

When they go in, the room is dark, foreboding , almost like stepping into another planet, but in a sense it is almost calming. It softens the blow when she finally sees him - with a body no bigger than Leo's hand - the cocoon of tubes and wires, intertwining and connecting with his skin making the instinctual love she instantly feels for him seem almost unnatural. He shouldn't be there, surrounded by strangers, chemicals, synthetic matter; he should be in her arms. He should be with her. Just him, her and their skin, together.

It is heart breaking to know that with just touching him, she would be at risk of breaking or damaging him.

She already feels this inexplicable connection to him, this little being in front of her, and the guilt overwhelms her.

She rests clammy palms on the side of the incubator, looking in, spell bound.

He is everything.

A glimmer of hope in a long series of unfortunate events.

Then there are hands on her shoulders, shaking slightly. She knows it's him without looking. Harry. At last.

She speaks for the first time since she first woke, her voice quiet and broken, still recovering from the screams.

"The night has a thousand eyes, and the day but one; yet the light of the bright world dies with the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, and the heart but one: yet the light of a whole life dies when love is done."

Having taken in the sight of his tiny child before him, he finally turns his attention to her. Exasperated. Has she ever said anything that isn't cryptic?

"What?"

"From the final book of a series I once read. Kit Snicket was my favourite character. I think I understand her, now."

He's seen her at her dazzling best and her devastating worst, but he doesn't think he has ever seen her look as broken as she does now. Not even as she stood in Janet Mander's hallway all those months ago. His hands are still on her shoulders, and he squeezes lightly.

"Kit…I like that."