So ok this one was hard to write, Michaela tells her full story. Its sad, but I promise it ends happy and gets alot better next chapter, A LOT!

Warnings: Swearing, Citrus

I do not own Warrior

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The next few weeks didn't exactly move fast, but they didn't go slow either. Tommy had taken her to the movies, dinner, and even gladly participated in another Walking Dead marathon/ drinking game. They didn't talk about what she had said that night and she didn't push. She was just happy he hadn't disappeared, if anything he was more in her life than ever. He came to pick her up from the office anytime he could. Frank had even given him things he could do outside the gym and Tommy had made her responsible for keeping him on track. When he ran she followed until she knew she couldn't and he would mock yell at her to get her perfect ass back to the car and follow him that way. She would argue until he came after her. At which time she would run away with a playfully terrified squeal, the grin on his face as he chased her, legendary. When he'd catch her, which he always would, he'd throw her over his shoulder, and jog with her that way back to where they parked.

He was doing push ups in his living room when she walked in, in an ice blue and black edged chemise with a matching kimono sleeved robe hanging open around it. Without a word she knelt on the floor in front of him then lay down so her head was directly under his. "How many more?"

"15" Tommy answered lifting up clapping and lowering back to the floor. Only this time his lips met hers for a few seconds. They went like that, her counting as the kiss broke. Each time the kiss was longer and she would nudge his shoulders and remind him of how many he had to go. They had a couples session with Dr. Forester tomorrow and she knew the time had come for her to drop the bomb she'd been hiding for so long. It was time to tell Lucy's story. The appointments had been going so well. The Dr. had helped her through the buried hatred for the driver and the accident; he'd even helped Tommy work through what would be an acceptable conversation with his father. They had had sessions apart as well as together and in her last session apart the Dr. had convinced her that it was time to give herself and Lucy the closure. Tommy had let out his memories of the abandonment last group session and though he didn't expect anything from her b/c of it she knew it was now or never. "What's next Tommy?" Michaela asked as he rolled back on the floor and she straddled him. Her robe creating a wall around them as she leaned forward and when she told him she wasn't wearing anything under the chemise he growled.

His basketball shorts pooled on the floor as he sat back on the couch and she sank to his boxer covered thighs. A quick glance assured her that all blinds were closed and she began to move, her hands clinging to his shoulders for support. If she wasn't kissing him she was gasping his name as he worked with her, "Christ Kayla you feel amazing", Tommy groaned working his hands up her body under the satin she wore. Her head was resting in the crook of his neck as he finally let himself find release.

That night she pulled out the notebook she always kept in her tote no matter where she was and carefully removed the pages she'd need. Before she could think, before she could breathe they were headed to Dr. Forester's office. She asked Tommy to wait a minute as she went in to speak with the doctor first. When he came in at the doctor's request Michaela was sitting on the couch, her knees drawn up and a pillow clutched in her hands. He knew that hollow look in her eyes and he knew, he knew they were going to talk about Lucy.

"Please have a seat Tommy", Dr. Forester stated not unkindly and he sat beside her, pulling her closer as much as she'd let him. "Michaela has requested that I read her notes aloud as she is not sure of her ability to do so."

"Ok." Tommy answered, noting she was taught as a bowstring, hunched in as if trying to hide in the pillow. "Hey Kayla s' alright…I'm here." Tommy soothed, but she didn't relax and it set him on edge. What was he about to hear that she was so afraid of?

The doctor cleared his throat and began as a tear tracked down her cheek. "Letters to Lucy…."

*Mom and dad need to be buried, the machines are so loud, the tubes garish and scary. I can barely see your face, but I won't leave. 3 days and no sleep, I don't care anymore. Think I gave the last nurse who tried to move me a black eye! Not her fault, she has a job to do and I'm sorry, but the thought makes me smile a little. Will I ever be happy again? The doctors say things like brain dead, no hope of recovery.

My beautiful girl, open your eyes.*

She was full on crying, Tommy was struck speechless and the doctor continued. "2nd letter…."

*Mr. Corvine is a nice man, as nice as a Lawyer can be I guess. He and the doctor explain the facts with as much warmth as they can muster. Keeping Lucy 'alive' is costing me an unneeded expense. I'm mad; they pulled me away for this shit? I tell them as much and get up to leave. It's been a week and no change.

Please please you're all I have, don't leave me*

Tears were actually falling down Tommy's cheeks, he knew what happened next. He knew what she felt she'd done, "oh Kayla, Kayla sweetheart no…" He was surprised at the emotion, the pain he felt for her, but this wasn't the time to be a cocky, closed off jerk from the burgh. Silent tears hit his shoulder when she collapsed into him and as the doctor read the last letter he could only hold her and pray he and the doctor could get past this last wall.

*Mr. Corvine sat with me for an hour today. He's right, this is no way for my sweet girl to live. The doctor tells me I'm making a good decision, I want to slap him. They let me hold your hand and wait for my nod. I've signed all the papers; mom and dad wait for you. Where is my happy homecoming? I feel like I swallowed razor blades that shred and tear at my heart. My friends never even visited once. They don't know what to say, I don't know what to tell them. I squeeze my eyes shut, kiss your forehead and tell the doctor to do it. The noise dies first; a blank line drags across the heart monitor. I don't realize it, I'm screaming, holding you like a rag doll to my chest. You're so cold, I'm so empty. The machines have been off for an hour, I did this to you. They have to sedate me and I'm dragged away.*

"Where is my happy ending Lucy, where is my darling girl?" Dr. Forester finished and Michaela was full on sobbing, shaking in Tommy's arms and whimpering about letting them do it. "I'll give you a minute." The Dr. stated, leaving the room.

"Kayla…I…"

"Just say it Tommy I let them kill my little sister, I'm a monster…" Michaela barked, trying to push away, but he wouldn't let her.

"Kayla you're not a monster, you we're a survivor of a horrible circumstance with an even more horrible choice to make." Tommy replied slowly and she seemed to calm a little.

"You…you don't think I'm a bad person, a second class human being?"

"Of course not, we said we wanted everything, good, bad, ugly and scarred." Tommy intoned calmly as Dr. Forrester entered the office again. She wiped at her eyes with a tissue and tried to listen as the Dr. spoke about closure and visiting Lucy's grave.

They were in the car on the way to the grave sites when Tommy asked why she seemed more upset about him knowing than the actual loss. "I lost a lot of friends then, I was afraid…of loosing you too", Michaela answered even as she turned from him to stare out the window.

"Kayla look at me", Tommy requested and as they made it to the parking lot and stopped she turned. "Kayla I'm not going anywhere, I…I love you!" the words had barely left his lips and she lunged towards him, locking their mouths together. He hung back a little as she had her moment with her families' graves. She replaced their flowers with fresh bouquets they had bought on the way and when Tommy came to stand beside her there were tears in her eyes, but a smile on her face.

"I think Lucy likes her song." Michaela sniffled as Flyleaf's: Set Apart This Dream, Played from her iPod resting on Lucy's grave stone. Tommy agreed as he listened and watched as she tore up the letters and let them fall into the basket with the flowers. "This isn't goodbye sweet girl, but I need to let you rest in peace." She whispered as she kissed the gravestone and pocketed her iPod. Tommy gave a respectful nod before following her back to the car.

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They were back at her apartment and he followed her to the bed room as she flopped face down on the bed. He climbed over her, helped her remove her shirt and bra and pushed her back to the comforter. His hands smoothed over her skin, rubbing the tension from her shoulders down to her hips. Then it was his mouth's turn and she sighed, rolling over under him.

He was slow, deliberate, until she basically begged for more. "Tommy…please", Michaela whimpered and he increased pace, knowing it was what they both needed.

"You feel amazing, how can someone so perfect be bad", Tommy growled as he took her over the edge again and again. She held him tighter almost crying at the sentiment and the sincerity in his eyes. After he fell with her, he was careful to move to the side and bring her into his arms. Today had been rough on her and tomorrow he'd promised to make the trip to Brendan's. Unwilling to talk to the old man alone, Bren had offered, knowing the girls and Tess would love to see Michaela again. He looked down at her as she dozed contentedly against him. He'd said he loved her and not just to make her feel better, but b/c he really meant it. Whether that shocked him, scared him, or both he wasn't sure. Whatever the emotion that went with it, the statement was no less true.

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