Beyond and Rowan stayed in the living room while we all shuffled to the kitchen.

"Well, Rowan's got her baby, Beyond's not going to kill us, everyone is happy," Matt says, heading to the fridge. "This calls for waffles."

I groan, "Waffles? Really, Matt?"

He shrugs, "If pancakes are more your cup of tea…"

I shake my head, "No, Matt, no pancakes."

"Alright, well French toast is the only other option," he says popping some frozen waffles in the toaster.

As they pop out, warm and golden, he burns his fingers, trying to put them on the plate.

Pulling out a bottle of syrup, we watch him take a seat at the table and start to drown his food. He's about to take a bite when he looks up and sees us all staring at him.

"What?" he questions.

"You want some waffles with that syrup?" I ask crossing my arms over my chest.

Kaige smirks, "Yeah, or a spoon? It's easier if you just drink the syrup right out of the bottle."

Everyone nods. Mello rolls his eyes, "Dude, how can you eat with everything that's going on?"

Matt sighs, setting down his fork. "The way I see it is blood is thicker than water, but maple syrup is thicker than blood, so technically, waffles are more important than family."

We shake our heads and sigh. I wish people would stop talking about blood.

Peeking in, I can see Beyond holding Dark, cooing baby talk into his ear. Rowan smiled widely. Gosh this would crush her if I told her.

Maybe I should just tell Beyond, so he can know, and not blame me too much when something happens.

Letting out a deep breath, Stanley wraps his arm around my shoulders. "What are you thinking about?" he whispers into my ear.

It sends chills up my spine.

I cover my face with my hands, and sigh. "I just want everything to be alright in the end. And I know that if it's not alright, it's not the end. But sometimes it just feels like I'm in a corner, and that it's the end. And that I have nothing better going for me after this. What happens if we solve this? What's going to happen to everyone? I hate guessing who's going to still be around when all of this is done."

I hear Kaige laugh, "Look who's all profound."

"Just sharing some insightful thoughts," I say.

Dreagon leans over Matt's shoulder, watching him eat, and Stanley leans in close to my ear. "Everything will be fine, Rebel. The twins and I will stick by you. Even if the twins don't, I will. I don't want you to worry. You do that too much."

I can't help but smile a little as I brush his arm from my shoulders. Nice to know I have friends that will hopefully stick around.

Dreagon stops breathing down Matt's neck and walks over to me, patting my back. "So when are you gonna… you know, break the news?" he says, gesturing over to the living room.

I sigh, "Stand by."

Kaige stops me before I can leave, "Wait, whatever you do, don't say "can I talk to you" when you tell whoever you decide."

I frown, "Why not?"

Mello laughs, "Common, even I know that when a girl says "we need to talk," it means something bad."

Well, damn I guess he's right.

"Ok… Let's see what I can do."

Taking a deep breath I slowly inch my way until I'm standing next to Beyond. I gently sit down. "Uh, Dark is very cute. He looks just like you, Rowan."

She nods, "Thank you."

"Beyond, you must be very happy," I say.

He keeps his eyes on Dark. "Yes, Rebel, I told you to call me Uncle B, didn't I?"

I nod, squinting my eyes, "Uncle B, you of all people should know."

"Should know about what?" Rowan asks, taking Dark out of his tank and holding him.

She hums softly and rocks him back and forth.

"Nothing," I say smiling at Rowan, then looking pointedly at Beyond. I whisper in his ear. "Consequences, Beyond."

His shoulders stiffen even more and he slowly turns and nods.

I nod. "Rowan, maybe you want to take Dark to your room and spend some alone time with just you and your baby?"

Rowan agrees. "Hey guys, can you help her to her room?" I call.

Matt and Mello help Rowan up and walk her to her room, while L, wheels Dark in his tank very carefully down the hallway.

Near trails behind, L carrying Rowan's blanket and pillow.

I look to Beyond who stares at everyone in the kitchen.

"Maybe somewhere more private, my dear," he says standing up.

"Sure, hey guys, we'll be back."

I don't hear the answers as we walk outside.

"I know what you're going to say," he says as we walk down the dirt path. We stray off the path into a back road to the right of the house. It's quiet and lots of trees line the road.

"You do?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

He nods, "It is to be expected of The Counsel. One of them has to die. You're going to say one of them has to die, correct?"

I nod, "unfortunately that's the case."

He turns we turn right off another path and we walk for a while until we come down to a beautiful flower garden. "This is so pretty. I had no idea this was here," I say sniffing a red rose. "How did you find this place?"

He shrugs, "I've done a lot of walking. And lot's of thinking. Rebel, I'd like the baby to live."

I snap my head to look at him, "D-did I just hear you correctly? You want the baby to survive? Not Rowan."

He nods, "Yes. This baby could be used to defeat Light."

Shaking my head, I say, "Beyond, there can always be another baby, but there cannot be another Rowan…"

"Same goes for the baby if you think about it," he says shrugging.

"I understand this is a tough decision, but are you positive you want to give up your daughter so easily?"

His gaze moves off to the side. He crouches down, much like L, and picks up a metal watering can.

"Beyond?"

"Uncle B," he corrects, watering some of the roses.

"Uncle B, is everything alright?"

He shrugs, "Rebel, if you got to choose, would you be a flower, or a weed?"

I'm taken aback by his question. "Excuse me?"

"I only ask because, flowers, however beautiful they might be, however fragrant, are trapped. Trapped within their own social circles, unable to spread anywhere but a patch of dirt. But this is just a small price to pay to be in your circle with your friends. And all these beautiful flowers fit in, and they don't allow anyone who isn't as beautiful as them to be part of the circle."

I watch him pluck a red pedal off of the rose bush.

"But weeds are free. They can grow anywhere they possibly could dream about. But that freedom is a small price to pay for being all alone in a big world."

"That's true…" I say.

His red eyes flicker up to me. "So which would you be, Rebel? A flower or a weed?"

"I-I-I don't know," I stutter.

His fingers tap against the watering can. He smirks, "I picture you as a flower. You couldn't possibly do something yourself. Besides messing stuff up, but that's another topic," he says waving a hand.

My heart sinks a little and I look at the ground.

"Don't be upset. Flowers are beautiful. Something everyone wants to pick," he says popping the p.

"Uncle B," I start as he turns around, beginning to water the flowers again.

"Yes Rebel?"

"If I can call you Uncle B, then why don't you call me by my nickname?"

He freezes and lets out a small laugh, but doesn't answer.

"Uncle B, what's my nickname?"

He turns around and my eyes widen.

"Damn it! He curses."

He swings the watering can up, striking my head, and I black out.

What the heck just happend? Dun dun DUUUUNNN. Sorry I didn't update yesterday! But I would appreciate comments etc. on the story! I hope you enjoyed!