D'Artagnan and Barry paced in the hallway, both fearing the worst of their sister's condition. Their connection to the others had been blocked in both of their minds. They had felt their parents coming towards them in their minds and both paced nervously – awaiting the arrival of their parents.

D'Artagnan had finally sat down with both arms supported by his legs, his hands cupped near his mouth as he chewed on a thumb nail. One leg bounced up and down he was so nervous. Reliving the moment over and over in his mind he had tried to piece things together….but it was no use.

D'Artagnan had not known what had happened to Amanda in the past…at least the part of her past that she had lived without him.

Hands trembling he covered his face, he felt like he was going insane.

Barry- was worse. He hadn't sat down…he had continued to pace and continued to push his luck by trying to go out the doors – trying to get to Amanda. Unfortunately they had posted a security guard right outside the door……they had been confined to this room…and Barry was desperate to get to Amanda.

Pacing from left to right suddenly, and without warning, Barry punched a hole in the wall. Turning he quickly yelled out in Italian… "YOU CAN'T KEEP US IN HERE! IT'S NOT RIGHT!!"

"IT'S NO USE!!" D'Artagnan yelled out.

Barry swirled around with a grimace on his face.

"Dar we need to get to her!! Whatever happened in there…it's the reason she's like this!! We…we need to.."

Before Barry could finish the sentence, their parents walked into the room. Before Jarod or Parker had even fully made there way into the room both of there sons suddenly were in front of them sputtering words quickly confusing Jarod beyond all belief.

"HEY!" Parker yelled.

Both Barry and D'Artagnan stopped talking and looked at their mother.

Parker's eyes were wild…she knew something had happened.

"Calm down and one of you start talking so we can understand you!!"

D'Artagnan beat Barry to the punch and quickly began, "Something happened to Amanda!"

"We don't know what and they won't let us see her!" Barry continued quickly.

Both Jarod and Parker quickly looked at both and quickly asked "When?!"

"Two hours and fourty three minutes ago!" Barry exclaimed.

Three sets of eyes turned to stare at him.

Raising his arm towards the doors he explained, "I've stared at the clock!"

"Is she ok?" D'Artagnan asked with concern and fear written in his face and clearly heard in his voice.

"We don't know…" Jarod began, "they led us to you and said nothing else."

"Something's wrong…" Parker said as she stared at the ground and closely listened to the voices in her head, her blue eyes seeming to dance as she did so.

Looking up all eyes were on her.

"We need to get to her." Parker stated and then moved to the doors.

The guard had been about to protest but Parker quickly punched him.

Jarod quickly grabbed the guard and cuffed him inside the room they had been in.

Parker watched as Jarod finished his task, a flash of a thought entered her mind - if his loyalty to his daughter was why he was chaining an innocent person to a radiator.

Within seconds Parker had flipped the switch on her personality…her alter ego had taken over. Jarod was right behind her with Barry and D'Artagnan flanking him as they quickly walked towards Amanda's room.

Just before they had been about to round the corner Jarod grabbed Parker and quickly pulled her back as the other arm went up and clamped over her mouth. Parker's eyes had flashed with anger but then Jarod leaned over and whispered in her ear, "If they posted a guard in front of Barry and D'Artagnan…you can bet they did the same at her door. We can't afford to be seen. We need to make them think that Barry and D'Artagnan made a break for it."

Parker calmed and slowly nodded her head.

Slowly both leaned against the wall, with Jarod's arm still wrapped around her waist, and peeked around.

There stood two guards at the door, and one at the end of the hall. Parker's eyes glittered with rage. Something was more than definitely wrong with this picture.

Both retreated back and turned to D'Artagnan and Barry.

"We're going to need a distraction." Jarod whispered, "Both of you are going to have to lure them down this hallway. Make sure all three follow you."

With that Jarod began to walk back to the end of the hallway with Parker right beside him. Both readied themselves as Barry and D'Artagnan did as well.

D'Artagnan and Barry looked at each other and did a special shake. They had never done it before yet executed it perfectly. Then both braced each others hand in an arm wrestling hold and then nodded.

Both then turned and braced themselves. And then they ran.

D'Artagnan and Barry whipped around the corner and ran down the hall and stopped as all three guards recognized who they were and began to run towards them.

Barry and D'Artagnan whirled around and ran slower than usual to allow all three of the guards to pursue them.

As Barry and D'Artagnan came around the corner - down the hall where their mother and father were - then stopped and turned to watch their mother and father beat the guards down and rendered them unconscious. The last guard rounded the corner and Jarod punched the man square across the face with anger clearly written all over his face.

The guy went unconscious from the blow. Jarod looked back and found everyone staring at him.

"I'm a little angry…" Jarod said in a gruff voice as he shrugged thereby adjusting the jacket on his frame. Then bending down he began to move the unconscious bodies into a nearby room.

No one said anything as they helped him secure the door to lock the guards in the room.

Parker again watched Jarod move the guard's bodies and wondered if he had changed somehow……wondering if the fact that he now had children – who needed him, who he was now responsible for – did his actions now show a side of him that she had never seen?

Shaking her head she re-focused herself. Now was not the time to think of Jarod…but about their daughter.

They quickly made their way to Amanda's room and made sure that no one would see them. Making sure to avoid the camera's and timing it just perfectly so that when the camera turned the slipped right under it.

As they opened the door, the first thing that struck all four of them was the smell.

Parker knew that smell all to well. Vomit.

It didn't take Parker but a second to walk up to her daughter and find her with eyes slightly open and dribble on her lips and chin. Parker's eyes softened as she smoothed back Amanda's hair and talked softly to her.

"It's ok baby. Mama's right here. Mama's right here." Parker said as she slowly lowered her head and kissed Amanda's forehead.

Amanda's bleary eyes were barely open, but a small little girl whimper of 'Mama' escaped her lips.

Parker had to fight not to cry, hearing the pain in her daughters voice almost to much for her.

"I'm right here baby...Mama's going to make it all better ok?" Parker brushed away the remaining strands of hair that clung to her baby girls sweat dampened face.

Amanda could barely move, barely talk, a slight nod showing all that she could that she trusted her mother.

It was through little effort that Parker communicated without speaking with her sons, both switching off the alarms on the machines, checking her vitals as they removed tubes. Both frozen as an image came to them, jumbled but still the feeling that washed over them shook them with disgust. Both stood there a second before there mother snapped her fingers at them with an angry face and grit teeth. A second later Barry moved and finally D'Artagnan was able to shake himself out of his stupor.

It didn't take long for Jarod to move to Amanda's side and slowly and carefully - as if she might break- lifted his daughter into his arms. Holding her close he tried to keep his touch gentle as he held her close to his own frame. The soft mumbles of pain only heard by him as he held her, causing him to tighten his jaw - holding the anger he had for the evil bastards that had caused his daughter to be this ill.

Pushing everything back, and seeing the faces of his two sons staring at Amanda with concern and fear, he managed to pull himself together.

With Parker in the lead, checking to see if anyone was coming, they slowly made there way out of the hospital.


Bobby sat in the living room in the dark, an uneasiness in the pit of his stomach. Something in him had told him to get up! To get up and get ready. Every nerve in his body seemed to be on high alert. In the darkness only the whites of his eyes could be seen as the darkness around him enveloped him - but for the first time in so long he had a light lead him out of it.

The door opening jarred him from the overwhelming feeling of dread that had taken him over an hour ago.

The face that filled the doorway making any feeling of unease drain away. Emily's face always had that effect on him.

Her brown eyes and silk black hair giving him a sense of peace that he only ever found with her.

"Hey." Emily whispered into the darkness.

Bobby smiled softly.

"Hey." He responded.

"Are you ok?" Emily asked a few seconds later.

Bobby didn't respond, just stared slightly to the right of where she stood and then slowly looking back up into her eyes.

"Something's wrong." He said simply. " I can feel it."

Emily let out an exhausted sigh escaped her body, and then slowly began to walk towards her husband.

Just as she reached him his hand reached up and reached for her own. His larger hand encompassing her delicate one, he brushed his fingers delicate over hers. It had been so long since he had touched her. He stared up into her face, still caressing her fingers, his eyes mesmerized by her own.

Slowly and carefully Emily sat down in her husbands lap, mindful of his injuries. Emily couldn't help but feel relief as she saw the love in Bobby's eyes. After so many years apart, she had worried that things had changed – that he didn't love her anymore. Yet somehow…from the look in his eyes she knew that he loved her more than ever.

Slowly she rested her forehead against his, allowing her lips to graze his before enveloping them in a melting kiss.

"We're all together now," Emily began, " and we can makes things right now."

He closed his eyes at her words and soon found her lips once more.

"I've missed you so much. I've worried everyday since…" Bobby mumbled against her lips.

"Shhhh" Emily covered his lips with her own to silence his words.

For a few short seconds Bobby lost himself in his wife's kiss, allowed himself to just be with her. No Centre. No Mr. Raines. No horror. No death.

Everything slipped away when he was with her. The world held something more than just worthless possessions, it held his key to heaven.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop fondling my sister when I'm around."

The voice only caused the married couple to smile in their kiss and slowly pull apart.

"Kyle! What me and my husband do is our business!!" Emily said sternly, but with a smirk on her face to show how 'serious' she was.

"Not when I'm here!" Kyle replied as he made his way over to the couple.

Emily and Bobby disentangled themselves and by the time Bobby reached them Emily embraced her brother in a very tight squeeze.

"Don't get jealous Bobby! You had to know she loved me more than you!" Kyle said over Em's shoulder.

Bobby stood there with his classic shit eating grin with hands in his pockets before he replied to Kyle.

"If I remember correctly...you were the one fondling MY sister way before I made a move on Em!"

Kyle pulled away from Emily and gave a stoically wounded face. "I'm actually offended at that accusation." Then Kyle slowly had a smile appear on his face.

"You can't be offended when it's truth!" Came a very feminine voice.

"Busted!" Bobby said with a huge smile.

Natalie walked into the room with her arms crossed in an almost exact imitation of her sisters.

Bobby smirked at his sister. Parker had reminded him of Natalie the instant that he had seen her. But Natalie...Natalie knew his twisted sense of humor, understood what he had been through when he was a kid. She saw him differently than Parker ever would.

"I seem to remember a dance that Bobby had at his highschool...you know......the one where he found us.."

"PLEASE!! I really don't want to relive that moment...thank you!!"

Natalie's smile broke into one that he had seen on Parker's face more times than he cared to count.

Kyle turned and let his devilish smile over take his features.

"Now that wasn't very nice babe..."

Natalie walked over to her husband and grabbed him from the lappels of his leather jacket and held it firmly in her hands. Kyle's smile fell away almost instantly.

"Kyle! I have been waiting for you......IN our bedroom for the last hour...........where have you been?!"

Kyle stared into the angry blue eyes of his wife and braced himself as he swalloped down the lump in his throat.

"I was looking around! You know how I feel about moving some place new."

Natalie made of face of understanding and a grimace all at the same time.

"I know." She said softly.

Leaning over she opened her mouth and enveloped her husband in a very steamy kiss that left Kyle's body racing.

"AH! Still here!!" Bobby said very uncomfortably.

Natalie just smiled wickedly as she pulled away from her husband.

"I guess we'll have to take it someplace private..." Natalie said as she began to open her button down silk pajamas.

Bobby's eyes furrowed in anger, as Emily tried to surpress a smile and laugh. Kyle just looked like a man that had been deprived for too long. He almost lunged at Natalie, which did make Emily start to laugh.

Bobby was about to protest when his wife took from her sister in laws que.........and began to unbutton her own shirt.

Bobby stopped at the marvelous distraction and allowed himself to stare at his wife.

"It's been a really long time." She whispered seductively.

And it was true. They hadn't been together in all the months that he had been recovering. He was finally well enough to endulge in each others needs.

Allowing himself the moment of pleasure he let himself be with his wife.

As he did Natalie and Kyle had made it upstairs, as hands had wandered and mouths were fused, neither of them realizing that they hadn't gone into 'their' room. And the events that would take place the next morning would make them wish that they had not given into there passion.