Melody furrowed her eyebrows for a moment as an aroma filled her nostrils. Her back hurt and her head throbbed slightly, but she felt so comfortable. Emotionally comfortable, though physically she could think of more softer and comfortable things. She could feel she was still wearing the same thing by the slight tightening of her legs from the stiff fabric of her favorite blue jeans and the awkward tug around her waist and chest from turning on the couch underneath her. As she wiggled her toes she could feel she was still wearing her old purple converse. She grinned as the sudden memory of the shoes filled her mind. She bought them years ago with Becca when she was fourteen. The shoes had gone through much running and chasing in their many years. The same shoes she had escaped from the academy in; well an attempt at running far from the academy. Ben had found her hours later and drug her back to the horrible place.

She then took a deep breath before opening her eyes to the warm sunlight shining on her side. She looked over out the window and squinted as she saw the dark black truck and the gray Volvo outside. Her dad and MacTavish were still here. She then wished she could fall back asleep but knew it was time to wake up. She sat up and placed a hand on her lower back, putting pressure on the sore joints. She jumped with a flash of fear as she heard someone sore beside her.

She looked over to see MacTavish with one hand hanging off the side of the arm and his head lolling back. She let out an uncontrollable chuckle at the sight which had brought attention to herself from whoever was in the kitchen.

Melanie looked over to see Melody sitting upright on the couch smiling at MacTavish. She had found the position humorous also and walked into the living room after turning the burner down slightly.

"Men always find the strangest positions to sleep in. During first year when I married Ben, he used to sleep like he was smothering himself. Always had the pillow on his face. He used to try and scare me by just stop breathing for a moment." Melanie said with her arms crossed, chuckling both at MacTavish and the memory.

Melody spun around to see her walking towards her. She smiled while tucking a strand from her face. "I think he had done that once. He's just a weird guy." She joked lightly touching his hand softly so she wouldn't wake him. She thought he deserved to sleep longer after all that happened last night.

"I saw the ring. Are you going to marry him?" Melanie asked unable to keep the question under bay.

Melody continued to look at MacTavish but her smile faded and she licked her lips nervously. A display of colors flashed across the wall as the sunlight touched the diamond on her hand, only making the fact as noticeable. She took a breath before turning towards Melanie.

"I want to, but…" She said unable to answer. Which brought her to the question herself. Was she going to marry him or not? After losing her friends and Ronan, Charlie, and her baby Gracie, she wasn't sure if she could trust herself. As if she was some curse that if you got close it would mean death.

"Melody, look. I don't know much about what you've been through and I hope I can help you in the hopeful, near future, but what happened in the past is gone and no one can undo or redo. 'Kay?" She said with an encouraging grin as she patted her forearm.

Melody nodded in agreement though she barely meant it.

Melanie looked at her for a moment until she then smelled something coming from the kitchen and snapped her into reality. "Crap!" She muttered jumping up from the couch and shuffling quickly across the carpet to the kitchen.

Melody chuckled lightly as she heard MacTavish move beside her. He rubbed his eyes then popped the sore muscles in his back and neck. She looked over and grinned at him as they both heard two pairs of small feet dashing excitedly across the white carpeted floor beneath them. They both looked over to see the two, small blonde girls giggling and running in their pajamas. The smallest one, Jazmine, wore a long, frilly pink night gown and her straight honey hair was stringy and puffed in some places. The oldest one, Viktoria, had her matching purple pajama bottoms and top that read in silver glittering letters 'Silly when Sleepy'. Melody grinned at them as Viktoria ran and plopped down beside Melody happily and Jazmine stared shyly at MacTavish from the doorframe separating the kitchen and living room.

"Momma said you're our new aunt! Are you gonna braid my hair and tell me about when you and Momma were younger like the aunts in those movies do?" She questioned, blue eyes twinkling in hope and excitement at her newest family member.

Melody smiled and wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders. "I can't really promise you the whole back story thing, but maybe some time we can take a swing at the braiding gig. Sound nice?" Melody asked with a persuasive smile and tapped the end of her nose.

Viktoria smiled and nodded excitedly.

"Viky, you better come and eat. You have to get ready for school soon." Krista said then walking out of the hallway, brushing her hair as she wore a pencil black skirt and white blouse with ruffles at the breast. She worked at a hotel as the receptionist.

"Aw, Momma! Why do I have to go to school?" Viktoria moaned as she looked at her mother with big, pleading eyes as she forced herself off the couch and towards the kitchen.

"Because I said so, that's why. Oh, Jazzy! What are you doing?" Krista said placing in her earrings then rushing towards the table with amusingly irritated furrowed eyebrows.

A small voice answered her with childlike pride thick in the tone. "Eating Teerios with my nose." Jazmine giggled proudly at her discovery.

Melody chuckled at her answer when Ben then walked into the room from outside. He had been previously working outside on something with Jeremy to get things off his mind and concentrate on something else.

He looked over at her and Melody stood up and walked towards him. She looked at his face for a moment before speaking. "I know you've changed, Dad. I can see that, even if it might sound bizarre. I can see it in you and the way you were with me when I was passed out and with Mom early this morning. Oh yeah, I eavesdropped on you guys, by the way." She paused with a joking smile.

He just scoffed at her comment though he was slightly embarrassed. "Melody, I am so sorry for everything I put you through. I don't expect you to forgive me so easily and I wouldn't blame you, but I want you to know that I'm trying to change. Be the father I should've been when you were born." He said looking down into her brown eyes.

Melody slowly grinned and suddenly threw her arms around his neck. She wasn't sure if he could forgive him for everything at the moment, but she knew she was tired of fighting with him. She just wanted things to be normal for them all. "You're right; I won't forgive you everything that happened. But, I know it's time to forget about the past and think about the present. I'm ready for at least that." She said into his neck.

MacTavish looked at the two, tension rolling off his back as he saw Melody hug him in a warm embrace. He was glad to see things get right, but he had to admit he felt like he didn't belong at the home. Like it was a place just for them and he was intruding on their moment.

Melody pulled back and smiled at him.

The day played out normally as any civvie day would be. Krista took Viktoria to school, which she wasn't happy about at all, and Jeremy took Ben and MacTavish down to the mill where he worked at just to pass the time. Melody spent time watching Jazmine with Melanie at the house.

As MacTavish stood with Jeremy dragging out large logs of wood to be cut and sawn, he began to think about Melody and how she automatically acted with Viktoria that morning. He thought she'd be at least a little upset being with children after Charlie and the baby. That got him to thinking about what Melody had said to Melanie that night about being pregnant but losing her.

He looked over at Jeremy and hesitantly asked him something. "Jeremy, right? This may be awkward since we don't really know each other, but… uh, if Krista ever told you something about your kids and kept it a secret from you though it was very important; what would you do?" He asked staring at the wood in his arms then glanced over at him.

Jeremy dropped the wood on the pile and laid his elbows on them, leaning inward as he cocked his head to face the man beside him. "That depends on how important it was. But, either way, I'd be pretty pissed and would want to know why she kept it from me." He paused placing his safety glasses on. "You and, uh, Melody having trouble or something, bro?" He asked arching a light brown eyebrow at him.

MacTavish was hesitant answering him, but he ignored Jeremy's gaze and looked down towards his feet as he kicked wood debris absentmindedly away. "Melody was pregnant at some point and she knew but she endangered the baby's life by going in a church tower on an assassination mission. Makarov had planted bombs in the tower so when she tried to save a comrade of ours, Yuri, and fell some feet through wooden panels. The baby didn't make it through the first wooden panel. She knew but she still went through on it and didn't even bother to tell me." He said slowly recognizing the truth behind his own explanation.

Jeremy furrowed his eyebrows in concern at the man beside him. "Rough, man. I'd hate to even think about that with Krista and the kids. But, I think you should try and talk to her about it. Try to settle something." He suggested placing the glasses back to the crown of his head.

MacTavish nodded to himself before helping Jeremy and Benjamin in the mill.

That night, Melody held Jazmine in her lap as she picked up different toys. "How 'bout this one? No, no, no, we gotta go with this. The bigger and pinker the better." She said handling a large, pink ballerina teddy bear and pretended that it was tickling her stomach with its mouth.

The same time MacTavish and the others walked in and he watched Melody bond with her youngest niece while Viktoria watched happily at the floor coloring in a coloring book. Melody made numerous faces and strange noises came from her as she continued to tickle Jazmine's stomach and arms, causing a loud, melodic giggle come from Jazmine.

MacTavish's smile faded as he knew he had to talk with her and now. He took a deep breath and looked at Melody's smiling face.

"Melody, we need to talk." MacTavish said beside her as she smiled closer to Jazmine's face.

Seeing the look on his face, she knew it wasn't a simple evening conversation. She forced herself to hand Jazmine over to Jeremy, kissing her head then excused herself as she followed MacTavish outside to the front yard. She closed the door behind her and pressed her back against the doorknob as MacTavish stood a few feet in front of her.

"So." He said simply.

Melody swallowed back the fear she gained at the aggravated tone in his voice. "So?" She repeated warily.

"So, when were you planning on telling me about the baby?" He demanded turning around to face her with a slight glare.

She let out a huffed breath and placed her face in her hands. She didn't want to talk about this, at least not here.

When she said nothing and continued to rub her temples, he stepped towards her. "Melody, tell me!" He demanded again looking down into her chocolate brown eyes, impatience strong in both his tone and voice. He was tired of being lied to and he wanted the truth from her.

Melody groaned and looked away from him then back, trying to hold back burning tears. "I was pregnant, okay? I was pregnant with our baby and I knew it! But I had no idea what was going to happen in that church tower!" She said in a loud, angered whisper.

"You knew going up there was endangering the life of our baby, but you still chose to go! And voluntarily! Why didn't you tell me? I would've helped you, Melody! I love you and I would do anything for you, but you're making it so hard to be there when you're so damn stubborn!" He said loudly. Neither of them used their inside voices now.

"It was an accident!" She then screamed at him.

"An accident? Why do you always try to make yourself into some innocent victim! "He yelled at her, causing her to jump back towards the door.

"It was an accident, okay? I wanted our baby, but I was scared and confused! It was a fucking accident!" She screamed at him as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"An accident? No, this isn't some little accident where a simple, fucking apology will clear the wrong you've done." He yelled. Tears gripped at his eyelids and pain and anger boiled inside of him. "This was not an accident, do you hear me? This was innocent life that we created together and you didn't even care about my say in all of this! This was not some accident." He repeated continuing his loud, angered lecture as he stared into her tear-filled, reddening eyes.

"You're going this far now?" She asked with disbelief.

MacTavish chuckled a low and furious laugh at her words. "Yeah… Although, it probably makes you feel guilty or upset so you want it to stop, huh." He said sarcastically, holding back tears.

Melody stared at him for a moment trying to gather everything he had just said to her. "Yes, yes, yes, 'kay? It was a horrible situation, but it's over! I hate admitting but, it is. I wanted Gracie, our baby. I even named her while sitting in that tower!" She then said loudly, begging him, taking a step towards him.

The last sentence set him off more than any of the words spoken to each other in the small matter of time. Pain and pity were tossed aside and all he could feel was anger as it boiled and rose to the surface. Causing him to turn and lash out on her as he screamed one final time.

"You named her, wanted her, but you still chose to let her die!" He screamed angrily at her, a tear rolling down his cheek.


A/N: Yes, the last version was from Grey's Anatomy. I'm sorry for doing that; I just loved the acting in it and the words. And anon is right. I know you guys may think that I just redid it because I was caught, partially true, but I've been feeling bad about doing that ever since I posted it. I'm sorry once again for doing that, besides. I never really liked how it turned out anyway... Weak humor just doesn't cut it in this category huh?

I AM SO VERY SORRY

Now, I'll shut up.