This is the last chapter of Expernices, and probably of my Flashpoint writing career (other than that angsty Sam one-shot I owe romeorocks123. Sorry I haven't gotten around to it yet!). This is because I've, well, lost my inspiration for Flashpoint. Which sounds bad and feels bad but I don't feel like writing and I hate leaving you all hanging. So this is probably the last chapter, unless I get hit by some major inspiration. Which apparently hasn't happened yet, in the six months I've been trying to force it. So I hope this tides you all over!

Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint or its characters. I own only the nurse, Alexis and her baby (which still sounds creepy!)


"We did it?" Alexis whispered, exhausted, to her husband beside her.

"Yes, we did it. But it mostly you. Good work, 'Lexis." Spike pushed her hair back and kissed her forehead.

A nurse handed her baby, wrapped in blankets. "Here's your baby girl, Mrs. Scarlatti. Do you have any names in mind?" she asked, smiling down at the little family.

"Yes. Maria Rose Scarlatti, after her grandmother." Alexis whispered, holding the newborn girl close to her.

"It's beautiful." The nurse told her. "I'm sure her grandmother will be happy to hold her."

"She would, if she could." Spike replied, sliding his arm around his wife and child.

"She's deceased? I'm sorry." The nurse blushed slightly.

"It's alright." Alexis said. "She's watching us from above."