Hey guys, wow two updates yesterday, I must really love you guys. Kudos to the fantastic writers of Grey's anatomy and to Kris Munroe. Without them this chapter wouldn't even exist! This chapter is really sad, even I cried writing it, so prepare yourselves.
The angels sped towards the house where they knew their friends were being held. Kelly, the no nonsense angel, was driving, well more like trying not to crash. She weaved relentlessly between merging cars at death defying speeds, trying to cut down their estimated time of arrival by half. She had always been quick to make friends, but not so willing to lose them, prompting such drastic actions. Her passenger, Tiffany Welles, the new brainy angel, sat fidgeting in anticipation. She wasn't renowned for her patience, but she wasn't the most impatient angel, that honour was all Kris'. Gripping her seat tighter every time Kelly came close to crashing, and then releasing her grip when she realised they had in fact not crashed, a scary thought dawned on her.
"Kelly, what if Leilani goes into labour?" She asked, a panicked expression evident on her face. Kelly looked away from the road for a second to stare wide eyed at her. Tiffany took that as a response to her question. In truth, no one had actually thought about that. No one had thought about what the stress of this whole situation would do to both mother and baby, that was, if they were both still alive. Tiffany and Kelly both frowned at the grim thought. It would be tragic to go through all of this, only to lose them before they have even had the chance to live properly. To experience life like the other angels had. This urged Kelly to speed up a bit. They had a police escort, Charlie had made sure of that, so the speeding wasn't an issue in this case. Still though, as she pressed her foot on the gas pedal, she instinctively looked in the rear view mirror to see if any police were gaining on her. Tiffany noticed this every time, and told her that it was ok, but every time Kelly still felt the urge to look, as if the notion had become ingrained into her brain. The look of pure determination on her face told any drivers that possibly wanted to cut in front of her to stop and think about the wrath this woman would bring about if they did such a stupid move. Many cars attempted to cut in front of her, but she simply nudged them out of the way, not in the mood to waist any time swerving to avoid them. Tiffany would interject, if she didn't value her head, and whole entire body for that matter, too much. Kelly gave her the few occasional glances to make sure that she was still ok, that she hadn't been scared to death by all of the near misses that they had been involved in. She smiled to herself, knowing that such evasive actions would serve their purpose in reducing the time it takes to get to their desired destination.
Jill sat on Kris' cot, her back against the brick wall, with Kris' head rested in her lap. Her breathing had considerably slowed, and Jill had long given up on her attempt to sleep. She hadn't had the misfortune of being in a situation like this before, but she knew that Kris had. Her sister had always been the level headed one, the one most likely to offer support, reassurance if anything went wrong. She was her hero, the one she cried on when Steve died, the one who helped her when their mom died, when their dad died. She was always there for Jill, always strong, defiant in the face of danger. Now it was her turn to do the same and she shied away from it, refused to tell her sister the truth about her ever worsening condition. She cried constantly whenever Kris gasped in pain, whenever Leilani had a convulsion, whenever Kris asked her if she was dying. If the roles were reversed, if she was lying on Kris' lap, she had absolute faith that Kris would handle herself better, that Kris would know what to do. The only thing Jill could do was lie to her dying sister that her daughter and unborn grandchild were going to be ok, and that she herself would be ok. In the face of danger, Kris laughed and faced it like any true hero would. In the face of danger, Jill lied to it's face, and shied away when things became a little hairy. Jill believed that she was a coward, but in reality, she was the opposite. She told her sister that everything would be ok so she wouldn't worry. She held her sister believing that them being in such close proximity would somehow help her to fight, to survive. She was a hero, yet she didn't believe herself to be. Leilani woke up, alone and petrified. She turned over on the sweat drenched cot, to the direction where she believed her mom and her aunt to be. She could only see fuzzy shapes, outlines of what she assumed to be people, her family.
"Mom, Aunt Jill?" She asked. Her voice barely above a whisper, quivering gently as her whole body shook.
"I'm here honey" Came a voice she recognised to be Jill's, but even though it appeared to be coming from beside her, she still couldn't make out a complete figure, only a fuzzy outline. She felt someone feel her head, checking for a temperature no doubt, before stroking her hair, removing her bangs which had become plastered to her forehead.
"My belly hurts" She told Jill, grasping her stomach as she said it. Waves of pain were travelling round her entire body, how she managed to isolate one single source of pain was extra ordinary to herself, but not to Jill.
"What does it feel like honey?" She asked, still stroking her hair. She seemed to know something that Leilani didn't.
"Different" Lani told her before passing out again. That wasn't what Jill wanted to see or hear. She had a feeling that Leilani was going into labour, but without her being awake to tell her so, she couldn't be completely sure. She tried to wake her, but her actions seemed futile, she was no longer moaning, and no longer shaking, making Jill both nervous and extremely worried at the same time. This definitely wasn't normal. The drug must be playing havoc on her body, and her fever and overall illness seemed to be evidence of that. Not knowing what to do, she sat stroking her hair until one of the men came downstairs again, holding a syringe containing a familiar clear liquid. She looked at him, her eyes pleading him not to do this, but failing to convince him. He moved her out of the way before injecting Leilani with the liquid, causing the young woman to convulse violently again. Something was wrong this time though, Jill no longer saw her chest moving, the tell tale sign that she was breathing, she no longer heard the battered woman struggle to breathe, in fact there was nothing, no sounds or movements from the woman. Jill rushed to her side, shaking her violently.
"Lani, Lani come on, breathe for me!" She shouted, continuing shaking the poor woman. Leilani let out a small, but audible gasp, causing Jill to smile. Her body was too tired, she was too sick, to remember to breathe for herself. The shaking seemed to have reminded her, but for how long. Jill turned to find Kris awake, she seemed to have witnessed the whole thing, that was evident by the tears that were falling down her face.
"Is…she…ok?" She croaked out, her voice was so quiet that Jill had a hard time deciphering what she was saying, nether the less, she returned to her earlier position, nodding while placing Kris' head on her lap. Kris looked up at her. Jill noticed that her eyes were only half open, they were jaundiced and bloodshot. Her pupils were small, and her face shook every time Kris breathed in, which wasn't as often as it should be. They both stared into each others eyes for a second, before Kris asked the one question Jill wasn't prepared to lie in answer to this time.
"I'm dying right?" Jill didn't answer straight away, prompting Kris to rephrase her question "Am I dying now?"
"Yes" Jill replied, choking back tears that were threatening to fall "Yes Kris, you are dying" She gave Kris the chance to take it in, coughing as streams of tears fell down her face "But I don't want you to worry, I don't want you to be afraid, because I am not going to leave you" She told her sister, letting her tears finally fall, soaking her sister's hair "Ok, Leilani and I are going to be with you the whole time. You are not alone, you hear me, you're not alone" Jill rocked as they both cried. Jill over the loss of her sister, and Kris over the fact that she is leaving her family behind.
Kelly and Tiffany knew they were only about half an hour away. They didn't know the state of their friends, they didn't know that there was a possibility, a very real possibility, that one or more of their friends wouldn't make it out alive. Kelly expertly weaved her way through the lightest and the moderate traffic, but she couldn't risk speeding through the traffic lights, which were right in front of them. They had only just turned red, and it was a big crossing, so they knew they would be waiting some time. They sat in silent frustration, waiting for the traffic lights to hurry up and change. Luck, however, wasn't on their side. The lights took ages to turn to green, and there were about 6 cars in front of them, in 5 cars time the lights would change again, so Kelly weaved again, narrowly avoiding getting caught at the traffic lights again, as they turned amber, and sped forwards getting closer and closer to their desired location. They smiled, knowing that they were close, but worry was still evident on their faces, worried about the state that their friends, their fellow angels were in.
Jill and Kris were in the same position as they were in before. Jill was looking over at Leilani, making sure she was still breathing, while Kris was looking up, studying Jill's face. Taking note of the trail of tears that continuously fell down her face. Jill felt her looking, so looked down at her. Staring intently into her eyes.
"I don't hurt anymore" Kris told her, pausing to take a deep intake of breath before continuing "That's a bad thing isn't it?" She asked Jill. Not knowing really what to say in response, Jill could only offer her a shot answer in reply.
"Yes, yes it is" She told her dying sister, stroking her hair, soothing herself and her sister.
"Can you do something for me?" Kris asked her sister, receiving a nod in return "Can you look after Leilani for me, can you tell her that I love her, and I always will. Tell Peter that I love him too, and that it's ok for him to move on. That it's ok for him to be happy, that's all I ever wanted, for him to be happy. Make sure you tell the angels and Charlie and Bosley that the mean a lot to me, that without them I wouldn't be the person I am today . Tell them that I was brave, that I fought until the end, that I waited as long as I could for them" Kris told her, crying as she did.
"You can't give up yet, they're nearly here, I know it, you just have to hold on, for Lani, for Peter, for me" Jill told her, fighting not to let the tears overwhelm her " I can't lose you Kris, I can't live without you. You're my baby sister, you're supposed to outlive me, not the other way around. You can't die, I love you too much" Kris reached up with what little energy she had left and wiped the tears that were cascading down her older sister's cheeks.
"It's ok Jill, I'll always be with you, but it's time to let me go. I'm not afraid anymore, I know it's my time to die, you have to let me go Jill, it's the right thing to do" She said, her eyes closing slowly, her breathing slowing down. With the breath she had left she muttered the most heart breaking words to anyone on the receiving end in this situation.
"I love you". Kris' whole body went limp, her breathing had stopped, her head lolled to one side. It seemed like the youngest Munroe sister had finally lost the fight to survive.
"No!" Jill screamed, shaking Kris' lifeless body in a vain attempt to rouse her lifeless sister. Shots were fired upstairs before the basement door was thrown open. Jill looked up, distraught. Her tear filled eyes rested upon a familiar figure.
"Bri, it's too late, you're too late" Jill told the angel "She's gone" She said, crying heart wrenching tears over the apparent loss of her sister.
Don't kill me please, I promise things will get better in the next chapter, but I can't promise that all of the angels will survive. Please don't forget to review.