I know this whole thing seemed a bit rushed, but since I started it something major happened to the mom of two girls that my m I know this whole thing seemed a bit rushed, but since I started it something major happened to the mom of two girls that my mom looks after, and I really didn't want this story to be gloomy, I needed it as an escape from everything that was going on so I changed the outcome of it so she was found sooner, I was going to give the days a chapter each but I didn't want to write it after finding out that the girls' mom was going to be ok, it seemed too weird, trying to be happy while writing gloomy stuff, so there was a little authors edit, so sorry if it seems a little rushed, truthfully, it was.

This chapter should have been up fifty years ago (about four days ago to normal people), I started it ages ago, but I never got round to finishing it, I left it at the paragraph after Carly's rant days ago, then decided to get all of my homework out of the way, re-became a Sims addict, completed both big city adventure games (San Francisco and Sydney), I've been telling myself daily that I'd update it tomorrow, and I've finally got round to it, I'm updating Making it right next, I think I need to go back to school, I have a set writing schedule for my stories during school term, the last three hours every night that I am actually up, it stops me from falling behind, but in the holidays I forget the schedule and write during the day, well, I did last holiday, I haven't been so good at it on this holiday.

Isobel's POV

"We were so scared," I repeated, still hugging her, "Dad and Troy were hysterical, Taylor had to look after the girls because they couldn't cope, and mom, she was trying to stay strong for me and Carly, but she wasn't doing very well,"

She momentarily glanced at me before turning back to the plain hospital wall.

The police had insisted on bringing her here, to make sure that she was ok, that she hadn't been harmed in any way, but apart from a few cuts and bruises, she was fine, not that she'd tell us herself, she hadn't said a word since she'd been found, and the silence was almost as unbearable as the torture of the past few days.

"She talking?" DI Mason questioned again, his impatience clearly growing, I shook my head, wondering if he'd get even more annoyed if I stopped speaking, he continued, "if she doesn't talk soon, we won't stand a chance of finding Kieran Sanchez."

I turned to him, watching him blankly, testing his patience myself.

"Maybe that's what she wants, maybe she's covering for him," Mason continued, clearly trying to coax a reaction out of my sister or me, "you never know, she may have wanted him to take her, and this whole little plan went wrong, maybe we weren't meant to find her,"

"Isn't it your job to find the facts?" I stated, "Not speculate on whatever's going on in your warped mind,"

If my sister was hearing this she didn't care, she just sat staring at the same spot on the wall, avoiding the gazes of everyone.

"Miss Travers," Mason took on a informative tone, "It is my job to consider all of the possibilities, not just the ones that those involved believe are more likely,"

"Did you consider the possibility that no matter what you say to try and get her to speak, she's not going to?" I questioned, genuinely curious.

"What would you suggest I do to convince her to talk?" he snapped, "I'd love to know what an eighteen year old child thinks I'm doing wrong,"

"Why aren't the rest of our family here?" I avoided his question by asking one of my own, "the house isn't that far, if they knew, they'd be here by now,"

"We don't want them interfering with her," he insisted, "God knows what they could try and get her to say,"

"GET her to say!" I exclaimed, "she's not speaking as it is, you really think keeping them away from her will make her talk quicker, because if you do you're wrong, the longer you keep them away, the longer it'll be until she even considers speaking,"

He nodded, clearly seeing the sense not to argue with me as he backed out of the room, promising to call them as he left.

Taylor's POV

"Tammy," I coaxed, "come on honey come out from under there,"

"WHERE DADDY GO?" she shouted in retaliation, "ME COME OUT WHEN DADDY COME,"

I smiled, "Daddy's gone to get mommy, and if you come out, you, me and Kirra can make mommy a cake for when she gets back,"

"Mommy come back?" Tamsin questioned, "Bad man bring mommy home?"

"Something like that," I decided not to confuse her, watching as she began to crawl out from under her bed towards me, "did you miss mommy?"

She nodded, "and daddy and Kirra miss mommy too, and daddy was upset and I was upset,"

"Daddy's happy now," I told her, "because Mr. Mason called and told Daddy and Nana and Grampy that mommy is ok,"

"Me see mommy?" she asked, widening her eyes in emphasis, "Kirra see mommy too?"

"Yeah," I agreed, "we can all see mommy when Daddy and Grampy bring her home,"

Tamsin smiled as she came fully out from under the bed, "CAKE!"

I nodded, standing up and taking her hand as she pulled me downstairs towards the kitchen.

Gabriella's POV

I sighed as I laid back, knowing that blocking everyone out wasn't really the answer, blocking everyone out like I had done years before, it hurt them aswell as me, and not being ready to speak shouldn't have been a factor in whether I talk to my own family.

I subtly looked over at my now quiet little sister, sitting staring out the door of the room at something I couldn't see from where I was, from her smile I could see she didn't take it as a bad thing, but our perceptions of what was good and bad had been different on occasion, and if I was right about what I thought she was watching, then I wouldn't see this as good, I'd see this as annoying, I'd see it as overprotective hovering.

"Gabi, almost everyone's here," Isobel suddenly spoke up, gesturing to the people out of the room, telling them to come in, "they've all been so worried,"

I yawned as my husband appeared in the doorway, running towards me as he saw me, I couldn't help but feel safer as he hugged me, holding me tighter than I knew was possible.

I reluctantly struggled to get out of his grip, turning to face him properly, he looked like he hadn't slept in days, like he was a man who'd had his heart ripped out and the wounds were only now beginning to heal.

I stared at him blankly, momentarily shocked at his appearance.

"I know," he sighed, "I'm a mess, but can you let it drop, just this once,"

"She will," my sister answered for me, appearing beside him, "she's playing the silent game, so she'll be letting quite a lot of things drop, I was thinking we'd let Tamsin roll in mud right in front of her, you know, to see if she keeps this silent thing up,"

He didn't take his eyes off of me, showing his concern without words.

"God, not you too," Isobel complained, "you two really are made for eachother,"

"Bel, your parents are talking to DI Mason, you should go and tell them you're ok," Troy suddenly decided, "tell them what happened when you were off your head and decided to go see Kieran,"

"I already…" she began to protest, wisely stopping as she saw the look he gave her.

I watched as she ran out of the room in search of our parents, felt his comforting arms engulf me again.

"He better hope they find him before I do," he whispered, "I'll kill him if I get to him first,"

I began to cry at his words, finally letting the last thee days get to me as he gently kissed my forehead.

"It's ok," he insisted, "you're safe now, I'm never gonna let you out of my sight again,"

I bit my lip, unable to share his optimism, I wasn't safe, Kieran and his accomplice were still out there, if they wanted me they wouldn't let him get in the way.

Carly's POV

"Sooooo," I dragged the word purposely, "what's the plan until everyone gets back here?"

"Kid, I'm not your personal assistant," Chad pointed out, "I don't follow your every demand, you go find something to do while we're waiting for your family to come back,"

"No wonder Tam makes fun of you," I snapped, "you really are an idiot, you think I want to be stuck here with you, Taylor, your kids and my nieces, you think I don't want to be with my sister right now, with the rest of my family, I stayed here so the only people in this house that hold any importance to me right now, don't get as scared and confused as they were just this morning, I need something to occupy my mind, but you don't care, all you're interested in is not being treated like a personal assistant, you don't care about other people's feelings, you say that what happened to my sister got to you, but what about me, no one ever thinks about me, no one cares how I feel, but I deal with it, and I deal with it because I know that I don't have any other choice,"

I could tell he was shocked by my relative outburst, but I felt like a huge weight had been lifted, for the first time in months I felt better, I felt like I could finally cope.

"You should talk to someone about that," he decided, sitting across the table from me, "ramble away,"

"Do I look like either of my sisters to you?" I questioned, "I do not ramble, Gabriella and Isobel ramble,"

He watched me for a while, clearly trying to determine whether or not I was serious, "Carly doesn't ramble, ok, got it, so, talk, or do you not talk either?"

"Yeah, I talk," I snapped, "but not to you, why the hell would I tell you anything, you don't know me, you know nothing about me, you're my sisters friend not mine, you don't care, so why even pretend you do,"

"Are you on your…" he began, stopping at the voice behind him.

"CHAD!" Taylor exclaimed, "can you come help me, in the kitchen,"

"But I was…" he started to complain.

"Now," she demanded, leaving the door.

"We'll talk later," he told me, " you can tell me exactly how you're feeling, and I'll tell your dad, great idea, huh kid,"

"Not really," I disagreed, "you don't get it, they can't know, not with everything that's going on,"

He grinned as he gave me a thumbs up and left the room, I shook my head and sighed, glad to be alone for a while, knowing I shouldn't have told him what I did, he'd tell my parents, I knew for a fact that he would, and when he told them they'd be more worried about me than my sister, and she's been through a whole lot more.

Andrew's POV

"You have to talk to them sometime," I tried telling my daughter once again, "the more they know the more chance they have of catching him,"

"I can't go through it again," she whispered, "daddy, it's too hard,"

"I'll be right there with you, it won't be hard, you've done it before, you can do it again," I insisted, "I know that it's surprising to hear me of all people say this, but what Kieran did, it's much worse than what Kevin did, Kevin was never going to kill you, I know him, he couldn't, he wouldn't have put Isobel through that, not after he faked his own death, but Kieran, he took you because he doesn't care about your family, he didn't even think of us, of your daughters, Kieran, he needs help, he could be a danger to himself, talk to them, you don't know who else he could hurt if he stays free,"

She looked at me, tearing her eyes off of the blank wall in front of her, "it was too hard, I can't do it again,"

She turned back to the wall, avoiding further eye contact.

"Cookie, you don't have much of a choice," I explained, " and this blanking out thing, you can't ignore them all forever, you can't live your life talking to no one but me, I won't be here forever, we don't even live near eachother anymore, you need to communicate, with Troy and the girls at least,"

Her eyes darted to me at the mention of her daughters.

"They missed you," I continued with the subject, aiming to keep her attention, "they were confused, we didn't tell them, but they knew something was wrong, they're smart kids, and they just want to see their mom, but the police are going to do all they can to keep them away from you until you talk,"

I watched as she nodded, "I'm not talking to them alone,"

"I told you I'd be there," I reminded her, "like when you were finally ready to speak to them over Kevin,"

"Go and get them," she muttered, prompting me to leave the room.

"She'll talk," I explained to the group of family and the two detectives that were standing outside the door, "on the condition that I'm with her when she does,"

"Finally," DI Mason sighed, "lets get this over with, then we can go and find the actual criminals,"

Troy's POV

I sighed as I sat down again, looking over at Maria as I noticed she was watching me intently.

"She'll be ok, you know," she smiled, " they're just asking her a few questions, she'll be fine, you worry too much,"

"Considering the past few days," I replied, "I don't worry enough,"

"You need to stop blaming yourself," Maria commented, "This wasn't your fault,"

"It is," I insisted, "I should have been there, I was late, if I'd have been there, Kieran wouldn't have got her, this wouldn't have happened,"

"You couldn't have predicted it," she pointed out, "you and I both know that if you knew this was going to happen, you would have made sure that you were the only person in that house,"

"But I wasn't there," I continued.

"Just stop," she interrupted, "I will not have another word of you insisting this is your fault, she's fine, he didn't hurt her, he didn't force her into anything, she's ok, that's the important thing, but you blaming yourself isn't going to help her or the girls, they need you to be strong, she won't be able to look after them, you read about these things all the time, she won't trust herself around them, around you, that's why she won't talk, somewhere in her unconscious she has figured out that as long as she doesn't talk to you, she's safe, you have to prove that thought wrong, even though she doesn't know she has it, you're not going to do that by blaming yourself,"

I nodded, looking away to a clock on the wall, "they've been talking to her for almost three hours, how much time to they…"

I cut off as the door opened and both detectives walked out.

I watched as DI Mason walked straight past us and down the corridor as his partner turned to us.

"You can take her home now," he informed us, "but we may need to speak to her again,"

I nodded as he left, standing up, turning as her dad led her out of the room.

My eyes locked with hers as she looked up and she immediately left her father's arms.

She fell into step beside me as we began to walk towards the exit, not saying a word as I took her hand and softly kissed her temple.

"You ok?" I asked, knowing she was unlikely to talk herself.

She nodded, keeping her eyes on the doors in front of us.

I felt her family following close behind, but kept all of my attention solely on her, "your dad helped?"

She nodded again, flinching as I pulled her a little closer.

"It's ok," I insisted, "I won't hurt you, and I'm not going to let anyone else hurt you, let's just get home, I know two little girls that desperately want to see their mommy,"

THE END

No, not of the story, leaving it here wouldn't really work, seeing as Kieran is still on the run, this is the end of the chapter, Getting Through has to end before this story anyway, and seeing as that's getting nowhere, and I don't want this one to be inhumanely long, I'm gonna have to have a Making it right month or something, that'd be like, eight chapters or something, seeing as I always aim for two chapters a week overall.

I'll probably be a bit reluctant to end this story actually, even though i really want to write the epilogue, because it's the last in a trilogy, and the first in the trilogy was the first HSM story i ever wrote, and the charmed one i started before Heartbreak, still isn't finished, i haven't updated it in atleast five months, because i find these easier to write.

I doubt Making it right will end anytime soon, I think Kerry might forbid it anyway, and trust me, she would kill me if I do something she tells me not to do, but then she wouldn't get my new story ideas, although one of them she already has (but that's the Ghost Whisperer one, my HSM's are top secret until I actually write them, which i havent with my new awesome idea)

Woooo, i'm so proud of myself, this is over three thousand words, semi-longsomeness (no i didn't count the words in my mind, i used the word count on word)

Anyways Review the POV overload see chapter (5 for next chapter)