Wow, I can't believe I still haven't cleaned up the trash that I was pelted with from the last chapter! Well actually, I can. I never thought that this was possible, but I've become an even bigger procrastinator than before! Shocking, I know, but this is getting ridiculous! Anyway, the latest results to my pole:

Obviously, Rae's still in the lead with 37 votes
Lara in second with 24
Chris with 20
Sally with 17
Butch with 14
Andy with 10
Kyra and Hannah with 9 each

HANNAH: Alright! Almost to double digits!

Okay, so to my reviewers:

Divachick86- I can honestly say that my favorite couples keep changing. And as long as the story isn't nauseatingly cheesy, I love whichever couple is in it

anonymous- Butch! Rae! What did you two do? BUTCH & RAE: *walk in with baseball bats* Nothing you can prove!

sstoons3425- I know right? I really loved reading those two flashforwards that RidingtheRoughWaters wrote too. I just wish that I woulda remembered the second one a whole lot sooner!

BADfangirl16- I totally agree with you. I really hate how I haven't written about the others as much as Rae, and that's why people like her the most. And trust me when I say that I am planning on writing more on them in either the near or distant future, 'cause I really do love them. I just haven't yet for two reasons: One being that Andy took the longest in character development, and I didn't want to write something about him only to change it completely later on. The other reason is that I don't yet have a grasp on writing relationships like 2 and 5's. I'm still trying to learn on how to picture and then phrase a relationship that's neither lovey dovey or completely serious. Though after thinking about it a lot, I think I just might almost be ready to write a few chapters on just them and other characters that I've been ignoring more than I should. Phew! That was a long response! Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

KNDFANGIRL- WALLY: No I don't! ME: *whisper* Yes he does *wink wink*

RidingtheRoughWaters- I think she really is psychic when it comes to her friends' secrets. And that's why I'm glad that I'm not in Sector V!

CodeLyokoIsTheBest- Wow, that was supposed to be a very subtle comment, but I guess you guys are paying way more attention to the details than I thought!

Okay, so if anyone's ever read my oneshot for KND, you'll know that I wrote it as a sort of back story to the future when the Beetles were little without making it a flashforward. And if you haven't read it...then now you know! So anyway, after I posted that, I was going to make a second chapter, only in the Drilovsky house, except that the internet got disconnected for a while, and fanfiction deleted everything I wrote. Imagine how ticked off I was. Anyway, a reviewer (I don't remember who it was and I don't wanna go through all 396 of them to find it) wanted me to write something on a family tragedy in the future. And when I was writing the oneshot, I did mention a family tragedy that was supposed to have happened a couple years before. And since I have no heart (as I'm constantly told by my cousin 'cause I couldn't stop laughing my head off during A Walk to Remember), I dunno how well I'll be able to put the actual tragedy into words, so I'll probably change it into a mixture or something. Anyway, I think I've bored you enough, so enjoy!

Year 2010

Patton's POV

Actually, the year was 2021 when we got the news. I don't think anyone saw it coming. I definitely didn't.

I'd first met Raviena a few years ago when Fanny and I were still dating. At first I thought she was Fanny's aunt or something, and even that was questionable; she was so energetic that she could easily be mistaken for someone much younger. But no, Raviena was Fanny's great-grandmother. Ninety-eight years old, still thriving and happy. She's hand-down the most cheerful elderly person I've ever met, and could very well possibly challenge Kuki in a smiling contest. She was the heart and soul of our wedding and the first to congratulate us on Fanny's pregnancy.

Man I'm gonna miss her.

Though the entire family is grieving, but I don't think that anyone's taking it harder than Fanny.

I learned that Fanny and Raviena had an extremely close bond built over years and years of friendship and communication. Raviena was Fanny's babysitter from the time that she was actually a baby, and was the person that she had gone to as a teenager when she had felt that she couldn't talk to her mom, (as a lot of teenage girls do).

It was also Raviena who was the first to approve of our engagement, as her father wasn't entirely fond of me, (and still isn't), and since my dad's such a hard-ass and thinks I'm a moron no matter what I do.(1) Both of our moms were definitely happy about it though. Definitely not nearly as happy as Raviena, but still.

And who could be more thrilled about her pregnancy than the elderly woman herself. And it wasn't for the fact that she was going to live to see her first great-great-grandchild be born, 'cause ours isn't her first. Surprisingly enough, both Paddy and Shawnie had beaten Fanny to it, and both had their own house full of kids of their own. (2) Of course Raviena was more than excited for each of them, but she was nothing less than ecstatic when she heard about me and Fanny. All she would talk about was her new great-great-grand baby.

It really breaks my heart to think that she was only a month and a half away from that dream.

It's been two weeks since she passed away in her sleep, and one week since her funeral. I never thought I'd see the Fulbrights cry so hard. They were usually so tough. Obnoxiously tough. Though I really can't blame them. She was an amazing woman and a terrible loss. I'm even willing to admit that I cried too. I'm not ashamed about it either. I'm depressed that she's gone.(3) Suddenly the idea of having a new baby wasn't the same without the excited energies of Raviena there. Don't get me wrong, I'm not having second thoughts about the baby, but with a heavily depressed Fanny, it didn't hold the same kind of excited anticipation.

Because Fanny had grown up with a very close relationship with Raviena, her hormone-addled emotions made her the most depressed out of everyone. I mean, even before Raviena passed away, I can tell you that she's not always exactly pleasant as far as her pregnancy sometimes affects her, even with the excitement of her soon-to-be little bundle of joy. There were days that she seriously scared the crap out of me, something that hasn't happened since we were kids. Days when she looked especially threatening when he came home from work, finding her with her hair as a total mess, fire in her eyes and the non-hallucinatory, incredibly sharp teeth that opened and closed threateningly and she would raise an accusing finger at me and snarl, "YOU DID THIS TO ME!" (4) She's definitely more pleasant asleep.

Though these days, I wish she would get angry at me for whatever irrational thing that she's come up with. I wish she would try to start a fight with me for something that was as much her fault as it was mine, (even though she wasn't complaining about it at the time if you catch my drift). (5) I just wish she would get off the couch and do something.

Ever since we got back from the funeral, she just parked herself there and fell asleep. I dismissed it at the time, knowing that she was already constantly tired and could probably do with a good sleep for a while. So I just grabbed one of the spare blankets from the hall closet and threw it over her, since it was already the end of November, and it would no doubt get chillier later on.

It's been a week, and the only time she gets up from her spot there is to go to the bathroom. Hardly ever says anything. She just gets up, does her business, sit back down, watches TV for a bit, and then falls asleep again. I really don't like to worry about her, since that's one thing she's threatened me to never do, since she didn't stand for it, but that hardly seems the case now. I come home every day to find the TV still on, and she asleep in the same exact spot.

And of course I've tried to get her up from there, but if anyone's ever thought of trying to lift a heavily pregnant woman from a couch, then you'll see that she has to at least will herself up. Most days I just sit with her for a while, trying to convince her to get up. The only response I've ever gotten were tears, so I just dropped it.

As the days went by, she began to take on a very sickly pale color from the lack of sunlight, and that's when I really started to get worried. Her lack of action made her look much weaker than before when Raviena was still alive. That was when she was determined that she was going to do everything exactly as she always did, even though she was on maternity leave from work. Though lately, she just seemed to have lost her spirit. I'm just lucky that she hasn't given up eating, since our unborn child still requires nutrition, and Fanny still hadn't given that up.

People come by to see her too.

Rachel dutifully came by to try to cheer her best friend up. I couldn't stick around for the entire conversation 'cause I had to go to work, but I heard them both talking about Rachel's twins before I walked out the door. It was the same when Kuki came over too. It was nice to see that they took time to come and see Fanny, and to attempt to get her out of this stupor. And even though Fanny did seem considerably more cheerful after these visits, I still couldn't get her off of that couch. She was definitely showing some improvement though.

Sometimes she decided to scoot over so I could lie down with her and we'd both just take a nap there. Other times when she woke up right when I was getting home, she would have this giant smile on her face; the Kuki smile. You know, the really contagious one. And we'd both lie down and watch TV or eat on that old couch. It took me until then to figure out that she didn't get up from her spot because she just couldn't anymore. Depressed or not, her pregnancy went on and her tummy went from "sorta swollen" to "oh yeah, she's definitely preggo." She laughed when I pointed this out, slapping my shoulder playfully.

Things were getting way better after that. She had a lot of trouble getting up by herself, and it's gotten to the point where I have to practically carry her off of either the bed or a chair (since I'm getting rid of that stupid couch now); I don't mind it though. I'm just glad that she's turning back into her old self.

But of course, things seemed too good to last, and the contents of Raviena's will were released. Raviena didn't own a lot, knowing that she didn't really need all that much, but a few heirlooms were distributed among the family. I was surprised that it was not only Fanny that got something, but me and the baby did too.

For me, she left her late husband's army dog tag; and, attached to it was the Claddagh. The baby got a small charm of her own, only it was a shamrock. Fanny would later explain that the Claddagh was the symbol for love, friendship, and loyalty; the shamrock for luck.

Fanny got a solid gold heart-shaped locket with the Celtic Cross engraved on the front. And inside of it was a picture of a younger Raviena with a baby Fanny cradled in her arms.

And of course the emotionally unstable Fanny just burst into tears; though whether they were tears of joy or sadness, I seriously couldn't tell. All I can say is that she didn't have another breakdown.

That was the first sign that she had accepted that life would go on.

Holy bejeezus, that took forever! Like, all day man! Anyway, for the footnotes:

(1) To try to come up with a good background for characters, I watch TV and replace the characters with whichever ones that I'm trying to grow personalities for. In this case, I imagined Patton having the same relationship with his parents like Eric does with Red and Kitty from That 70's Show. They just sorta clicked, ya know? Having an army dad that was way too tough on him, and a mom who all but smothers him. Well, I haven't let on that much yet, but oh well. And of course, Mr. Boss wouldn't be completely happy with an old KND operative marrying his daughter. Heck, I don't think that Mr. Boss would be very happy with anyone marrying his daughter. Seems like the overprotective sort of dad, ya know?

(2) I dunno how both Paddy and Shawnie had a bunch of kids before their older sister when she married pretty young. Poor planning on my part, I know. But for the sake of the story, just go with it

(3) Only a real macho man would cry, and Patton's no different, 'cause he's just awesome like that

(4) Oh my gosh, couldn't you just picture poor Patton just coming home from work and there's Fanny with her already-crazy-but-now-even-more-screwed-up-hormones giving her mood swings? I just imagine Kuki when she was that fire demon thing except with an older and pregnant Fanny. I seriously couldn't stop laughing at what Patton's scared face would've looked like

(5) Oh Patton, you perv!

So I could just say that I'm sorry about taking so long (which is true) and that I won't let it happen again, but let's face it, not even I know when I'm gonna feel like writing again. So let's just play it by ear, alright?

Anyway, I dunno if I should start rewriting that oneshot or not, so I guess I will if enough people want me to. And I'm still taking flashforward ideas, if you've got any. And don't worry if it might not make sense for the story, 'cause the future is always changing! And go ahead and check out my pole if you haven't already, AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW ON YOUR WAY OUT!