Jasmine stood at the overlook and thought of the two couples she knew didn't need her help. Fate seemed to hand them exactly what they needed and when they needed it.

She'd come along before years after Eve had passed away, but was already looking forward to getting to know both her and see how Ian was different with his soul mate still by his side.

Lucy—she was the exact same except it seemed like she almost wished she had more family nearby to spend time with and put her nose where, at times, it didn't belong. She grinned at how Lucy might react to getting to meet Rafe face to face. From what she'd heard before their family bond seemed to come so easily the first time, and she was pretty certain that even without the slayer intuition that it'd be just as easy this time.

"That's a wrap," smiled Eve as she put down the last chart and grabbed the clipboard to sign herself out. She could feel his eyes on her and barely glanced to her left to see him standing there. "What is it Thornhart?" she asked without looking up.

"I was noticing how tired you look--you wore yourself out today."

"I did not," she said, stomping her foot like a child. "I mean I might have pushed myself just a bit, but I'm fine--really," she said as a yawn came out of nowhere.

"Yeah, sure," he grinned as he signed out also and put an arm around her shoulder. "So if I promise to take you home and cook your favorite meal while you take a relaxing bath you wouldn't want any of that?"

"I said I was fine—if I turned down an offer like that I'd be crazy," she grinned. "Now why don't we get our son out of daycare and head on home to be a family?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Lucy knocked on the door and let herself in, seeing Kevin sitting at his desk finishing some paperwork, "Hi."

"Hey," he said, getting up and giving her a quick kiss. "I'm almost done here and then we can head on home. What did you to today?"

"Oh, same old thing—did a little shopping at Wyndham's and met up with Don later for lunch. But before that—I had the strangest encounter."

"When don't you?" he laughed at his wife's perception and feelings over the smallest thing or random person on the street.

"Alison was robbed today—and everything was fine, this stranger actually chased down the robber and got the money back."

"Thank goodness for strangers like him."

"Yeah, but there was something about him Kevin—his aura was just screaming at me. Like it was talking to me—as if it knew me in some past life or universe."

"You and your universes, Lucy," he laughed. "If they ever really start talking to you—then ask them if in their universe they know the meaning of life."

"I'm serious, Kevin."

"So am I," he smiled as he closed the file he had opened and went to grab his coat and lock up.

Eve walked out into the living room after her relaxing bath and smiled at the scene before her. Danny was sitting on the floor playing—Ian's medical bag sitting open next to him, his stethoscope in his son's ears and Danny holding a reflex hammer in one hand and a tongue depressor in the other.

She sighed at the thought of everything that had happened in the past seven months. It was July 11th when she'd woken up in the hospital bed—

Where was she? Was she in the hospital? How long had she been here? The last thing she remembered was she was on her way to pick up the tickets for the trip—the road was icy and she slid—and then there was nothing. It couldn't have been that long, could it?

She saw Ian sitting in the corner, his head down and hands interlocked behind his neck. She tried to speak but her throat was so dry that not even a squeak came out. Maybe if she made a noise with her hands it'd get his attention. She grabbed the blanket hard and yanked it upwards—the sound of the blanket moving against the hospital mattress did the trick and she now had his full attention. She smiled as he jumped up and ran over to her, taking her pulse and speaking quickly.

"Oh God Eve. I was sure I'd never see your eyes again—I couldn't—Danny. I love you."

She smiled bigger at his reaction—he looked like he hadn't slept in over a week—had she really been unconscious that long? She saw a water pitcher nearby and motioned for it, opening her mouth to try and let him know she needed water.

He poured her a paper cup full and handed it to her, telling her to drink it slowly and not all at once.

"I love you, Thornhart," she rasped out—surprised at the sound of her voice. "What day is it?"

"Thursday."

Four days? The 31st of March had been a Sunday, right? That couldn't be right—Ian looked too worn for her to only be out of it for just four days. "Is it still April?"

Ian sat down on the bed and took her hand, "It's July—11th, I think."

"July? I've been unconscious for over three months?" she asked, the first part coming out clear, but the rest barely escaping her lips.

"Yes, but you're awake and it's all going to be ok," he said giving her a kiss on the forehead.

He was right—it had been ok, and a few weeks later they let her leave—partially because she seemed to have no damage to her system, and the unspoken reason that it's true what they say—doctor's make the worst patients.

She leaned down and picked Danny up, "Hey—what have you got there."

"Ahhh," was his reply as he tried to place the tongue depressor in her mouth and she agreed to play along. He stared thoughtfully into her mouth before removing it and smiling, "All better."

"Well thank you for the diagnosis, Dr. Thornhart. I hope you don't charge me too much for that diagnosis," she smiled as she gave him a kiss and sat him back down on the floor. "What are we going to do with him?" she asked Ian.

He laughed at what popped in his head, "We can always put him in med school now—he can be studying the human anatomy while his peers are learning the alphabet."

Lucy knew Kevin was just playing with her about the whole feeling she got before, but she was serious. Her senses never let her down when it came to anything—even when Julie came back last year Lucy could feel it. Well, maybe she didn't know it was Julie exactly, but she knew someone from the past was nearby. Of course her fears slipped away when Christina walked down as the flower girl for her wedding.

Christina—she had began to give up hope she'd ever see her precious face ever again. But Julie had a heart—and when she began to fear her health was fading too fast, and there was no turning back she gave her daughter back to the only woman who loved her more than she did.

Lucy had her family again—and for that she was more than grateful. Before Christina she had done research on where the Coe's came from and ended up with very little information. Besides her original last name being Kovich she knew that some of her long distance cousins had come to America sometime in the early 80's, but other than that—she didn't know if they even really existed.