A/N: So I left you off cliffie. Hehe. Liss is okay, she's in the hospital but she's fine. Here's Mac being a big brother. And Adam being a worry wart boyfriend.

Disclaimer: *le sigh* Nope!
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"Adam, I'm fine. Doc's got me on some meds and I'll be in a real cast for 6 weeks and then a walking cast for a month but other than that, I'm fine." Felicity was trying her best to reassure her boyfriend that she was okay.

"I know, just, Mac's gonna kill me for not taking care of you. I'm dead." Adam said, looking down at the ground as a very pissed Mac Taylor came storming down the hall.

"What the HELL, did you do?!" He yelled at Felicity.

She stood her ground and squared up her brother, even from her place in bed. "I fell in a hole in someone's front lawn. I'm fine, compound fracture in my ankle, as stated before, I'm FINE! And stop glaring, you're freakin' out Adam." Felicity said, matching her brother's now softening glare with her own.

"Fine." Mac said, crossing his arms over his chest. "How do you feel?" He asked, taking in his sister's odd position.

"Groggy from the meds and my ass is still slightly in pain from the fall. Of course, that's all muscle and meds never seem to help." She said, shifting off any pressure on her right side.

"Okay, well, I called our sisters before I came, they're catching their next flights out. Carmen even got time off 'til next week. They want to come see you." Mac said. "Oh, and they want to come soon again for Christmas." He stated then left the room.

"He's dead." Felicity stated. She glared in the general direction of her brother.

"Oh calm down. I want to meet your sisters, and hope they don't scare the living shit out of me." Adam said, sitting on the left side of the bed.

"OK, I'm tired Scruffy." She yawned

"Go to sleep then Panda." He kissed her forehead and smoothed back her hair.

When Felicity was lightly snoring, Adam walked out of the room to the hallway where Mac was standing.

"How she doin'?" Mac whispered. "Yes Sarah. Yes, no, I-okay. I'll see you soon. Love you, bye." He hung up his phone. "That was our sister Sarah. She just got to La Guardia. She must've gotten Symantha to do the show for her." He said, placing his phone back in his pocket.

"Okay, Felicity is asleep right now. She's really overwhelmed even if she says she's 'Ok'. I know what she's going through." Adam said, staring Mac in the eye, blue meeting blue.

"I know you do. She's been this klutzy since we were kids but I can't help but think it might just get her killed." Mac sighed, sitting in the chair directly behind him.

"I told her about the bomb a couple months ago. She didn't seem scared though. It-it kinda scared me." Adam said, confiding his fears in his girlfriend's brother.

"I know. It's impossible to not be scared when she does that." Mac stared forward at the wall.

"What can we do to keep her safe, Mac? I don't want her to get hurt." Adam said, shaking his head. "Hell, I don't even like seeing her hurt. Since this guy is alive, what are we going to do?"

"David is a meaningless scumbag who's gonna do a nickel and a dime in jail for domestic violence. She'll take him down in court and the world will be right again." Mac said, a note of finality ending the sentence.
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A/N: Yep, Mac's right, right? We'll see.

Kisses!

~Sarah~