Hi, so here is another chapter, this will be a mass update because I will be going on holiday soon. There is three more chapters left so I might get this done I might not. But I can confirm that we have had the last Lily's point of view and the last one of Frank's.

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Migration

Chapter 10-Support System.

Lily had tried to stay awake, really she had tried so hard to stay awake forcing her body to run on an overdrive that Daddy had once told her was not healthy. He had said this she remembered when she had just turned five and he had been bleeding from his leg again and Lily had stayed up to make sure it didn't turn green or black like the pictures showed on the TV whenever she went upstairs.

That night she had drank orange juice in small controlled sips and had forced her eyes open whenever she felt them drooping shut. But she had been on her own then.

Now she had no such luck.

Daisy was dead, she had tried not to cry, she had tried not too really but despite everything she could not stop the tears that blurred her eyes. She knew deep down that at least to her she hadn't been a bad person. Ok so she had once been thrown clear across a room for asking her if she knew who Eddie Janko was but other than that she could not think of a time when the woman had done something to upset her.

She used to take Lily upstairs and make her hot chocolate and chocolate chip and banana pancakes on her birthday. She would allow Lily to sit in garden wrapped up warm and they would count the stars in the sky and once when it was dark and it seemed like the whole world was asleep Lily would make snow balls. There were things she could not talk about and she was always hungry, and there had always been a sense that she always had to be careful, but she did not remember a time when she hated the woman that had died.

Even when Daddy had locked her in the closet when Daisy had brought her gun downstairs and told him to pull his pants down, whatever that meant. She closed her eyes and tried not to curl up and cry or sleep.

Daddy needed her to be strong, they took care of each other no matter what. He had told her that once when she had just been about to fall asleep

One night, she had heard him say that, so quiet that she could barely remember hearing it, she been so small and so tired that she was sure she had imagined it but she liked to think that he had said those comforting words anyway.

Instead she had found her way to an empty corridor and sat down her legs straight in front of her leaning her back against the wall. Her knees she noticed were still bloody and filthy. Henry-and she had never asked what she should call him she thought-had wanted to clean them but as soon as she had finished eating they had got a call that Daddy was free and that had been the end of that. She rubbed her fists against her eyes to banish sleep and more importantly banishing the tears that just seemed to keep coming.

There was movement behind her and she turned to see Henry standing there watching her. He raised one hand and then with a smile and a groan he moved himself so he was sat next to her. Lily did not flinch, there was something about Henry, and it reminded her of her Daddy. She never felt like she had to be on guard and therefore that made her relax a little and allow him to sit down next that close to her. She looked down at her knees again trying to hide the fact that there were tears in her eyes.

"Ah little one" Henry said heavily. "You don't have to pretend to hide your tears from me"

Lily shook her head her hair flying. She tried to think of what to say and then because it had always done her so well before she decided to settle on the truth.

"I didn't hate her you know. I know that you did but I didn't, and I know she wasn't my Mom and that she was a bad person and all but...she was never bad to me"

"I know. I bet your wishing you stayed in the room when you had the chance aren't you"

Lily actually had wished that and when she looked up at him she found the old man was smiling softly.

"Ah your easier to read than you think Lily." He paused and then he spoke again.

"I know that this must seem confusing for you. You woke up one morning thinking you had some sort of a family and found out that you had another one all with different views on things. But...you shouldn't be ashamed of your feelings, first rule of being a Reagan, if you believe in something strong enough you shout it from the rooftops with your head held high, and then you pick up the pieces and go from there"

Lily considered this.

"I don't hate Daisy" she said finally. Henry nodded like he had been expecting that answer.

"No" he said thoughtfully. "I don't really either"

Lily gasped. Henry nodded.

"Oh I cannot lie to you a part of me is very glad that she will no longer be a member of society but you have to feel sorry for someone that does something that desperate rather than feel hate. Though I imagine I will be the only one in this family alongside you of course that will take that road"

"Maybe" he said finally. "When you're older you'll understand why someone would be so desperate to do what she did but until then I think you might have to settle with helping your Daddy get better. This is gonna be one hell of a long road for all of us"

Lily looked out at the window and the sky that was slowly turning light again. Had she really been awake all night? She shuddered and swallowed again, what she wouldn't give for a chance to lay her head down.

"You want to sleep?" Henry asked as if reading her mind.

Lily paused, she would like to do that very much but that didn't mean she was going to. She shook her head and with an inhuman strength she didn't know she had forced her eyes to stay awake.

"What am I supposed to call you then?" she asked. "I know Frank is my Grandpa but what are you?"

"Well I'm your great grandpa" Henry said smiling. "Your cousin Nikki calls me Pops but if you find that confusing Henry is more than ok for now. Hell, I'm just glad that I have a chance to speak to you at all, I thought that when we found you one of us would be dead"

Lily paused.

"You don't look that old" she said critically. The older man laughed. "Oh" he said beaming. "Oh I like you"

Lily had no idea what was happening or what she had said that was so funny but she couldn't help but smile.

"Ah, she smiles" he said looking rather pleased with himself. Lily giggled because he was funny and if she was being perfectly honest he was the only one that treated her like an adult not like some fragile piece of glass that might shatter if you pushed her.

Henry without warning wrapped one arm around her and pulled her into his side. Lily paused unable to do anything but pull back so that she was still leaning against the wall. Henry wasn't Daddy but he acted the same way he would and that was a start.

She sat there trying to pretend that everything was ok and that she wasn't waiting on tender hooks for news when the one thing she really wanted to ask came out.

"Is he going to die?"

"No" Henry said shaking his head his voice firm.

"He thought he was" Lily said trying to keep the accusation out of her voice.

"He thought he was going to die in there. That was why he tried to find me a way out, it had been five years and he thought you lot would have stopped looking for him. Well not Uncle Danny, Uncle Danny was the one that he knew would never stop looking, something to do with Uncle Joe. Said no matter what happened you lot would look after me, he used to talk to himself about it when he thought I was asleep. Kept muttering that he had made peace, whatever that meant" she tried not to roll her eyes because her father had in Lily's opinion always had a touch for being overdramatic but then again, she was only now realising how much she had been kept in the dark about what had really happened to her father and her mother in those five years they had all been separated.

She really did try and pretend that she didn't feel Henry flinch next to her but it was a hard thing to ignore. Instead she decided to focus on the bird that was flapping its wings outside the window and the colours that the sky was now turning. Lily had never been able to see much outside their window and due to the bars and the low placement of it but now she was beginning to see exactly what she had missed.

There was a pause where she sat there and tried to think what she would say next because it seemed that Henry didn't have much to say to her either. Eventually she decided it was safer to keep her eyes on the window.

And that was where one of her cousins found her an hour or so later to tell her that her father was out of surgery and very much alive.

She left Henry sitting there without a backwards glance.

Her Daddy was going to be awake soon.

She pushed open the door and was suddenly aware that all the conversation that had taken place before she had entered had stopped. She didn't care. She didn't care about what had happened or who she was in the room with all she cared about was the fact that on the bed his eyes still closed and looking so frail and small, was her father.

For a second Lily stared at him feeling her hands curl into fists so that her nails were biting into the palms of her hand. Her father seemed so small in that bed. Even when she had crawled out of the closet and seen her father on the bed hand clutching at his hips and trying so desperately to cover up he had never looked so small and white before. She had to swallow down the sobs again and remind herself to be strong.

Then she took another look. It seemed that everyone was waiting until she said something. However she looked at her mother and the same blue eyes staring back at her both of them wide and horrified at the man that was lying not moving and speaking on the bed between the two of them.

When she looked back ten maybe twenty years later she would later realise that this was the defining moment in which she and her mother was on the same page. She turned back to her father and she then made the decision. If they wanted to stop her then they would have to carry her screaming and fighting away from her father.

And as her Daddy had said once, to Daisy in the midst of what Lily thought was one of those closet days. God knew that she could fight.

She climbed over the edge of the bed lifting herself up so that she was fully on the bed. One leg was a crooked angle under the blanket and she tried to pretend that she wasn't scared of looking under it to see the damage. There was a bruise near his head and his hand was wrapped in a cast. Instead she curled around his body and lay her head down on his chest. He was breathing which Lily knew was a good sign, even though she didn't understand most medical jargon. She shot Frank...no...Grandpa a look just daring him to make something of it but the older man's eyes had not left his son's body and she was sure that if she'd have climbed onto and started jumping on his ribs he wouldn't have noticed.

Instead there she closed her eyes and within seconds found that she was falling asleep.

When she woke up it was too a hand in her hair. The gesture was such a gentle one that she remembered too well that it took a moment for her to remember where she was. But then she saw her Momma curled up on a chair her legs tucked underneath her and her hand clutching her fathers. They were alone for now though she imagined that most of the family had been kicked into the small family waiting room where the chairs were comfortably enough to not hurt anyone-Lily would know she had been sat there when they had first come in.

The hand in her hair was gently moving in circles and she looked up shifting her head.

It was her Daddy.

He was awake and his eyes were on her Momma's. They seemed to be having some sort of conversation though there was no words. Instead there was two small smiles. It was then that Lily realised that someone-probably Uncle Danny had draped their jacket over her as a makeshift blanket.

For the first time in her life she had both parents in the same room.

For the first time in her life she realised that everyone was safe.

And for the first time in her life Lily Isabella Reagan felt completely safe. She closed her eyes and fell asleep and for the first time fell asleep completely and deeply.

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