August 20th 2028

Farkle's POV

"You're good for her…like Jaxon was."

I remembered those words my mother-in-law told me the morning after I took the knife for KC almost 11 years ago. She even knew back then that I was good for her, and maybe she even wanted us to get together from that moment.

I'm driving to Attica, New York with KC, our thirteen year old son, Aaron, and our five, almost six, year old daughter, Brooklyn.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you, mom?" Aaron asked KC.

"I don't know if you should be visiting someone in prison," KC told him, "especially him."

"I want to tell him something too," Aaron said. "Come on, mom, please!"

KC looked over at me.

"Aaron, we don't think you may be ready to see him again," Farkle said.

"I gave him a what-for the last time I saw him, didn't I?"

"Okay, one, stop hanging around Eric so much," KC said, "and two, I don't want you doing that this time. Last time, you were protecting yourself. If you go, we're only going to talk to him."

"I promise I won't touch him!" He said. "I promise!"

"What do you think?" She asked me.

"You really think you're ready, Aaron?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"Okay," KC said. "You can go with me."

"Thanks," he said.

I pulled up beside the Correctional Facility in Attica.

"Let me know when you're done," I told them.

"See you later, dad," Aaron said. "Love you."

"Love you too," he said. I looked at KC. "I hope it goes well."

"Me too," she said.

She kissed me and they both got out of the car.

KC's POV

I had asked Derrick's brother, Brandon, to come along with me, but he said he never wants to see him again. He also said he knew how he treated woman, and that's why he was upset when Derrick asked me to go steady during the reception. He was going to warn me not to get with him, but we left before he could. He also told me Derrick was diagnosed with malignant narcissism when he was thirteen when his mom made him go to a psychiatrist.

Aaron and I walked into the prison and said we were there to visit an inmate, Derrick Davidson. They led us to a room, and Derrick was already sitting there. His hands were handcuffed to the table. I took a breath and sat down. Aaron sat next to me.

"Hello, Derrick," I said.

He looked at me.

"Hey Babe," he said.

"Don't call her that," Aaron said before I could. "She's married."

Derrick looked at him.

"I thought I killed you- what?- eight years ago?" he asked.

"I survived because I'm just like my parents," Aaron told. "Strong, Strong-willed, and Faithful."

"Your mother is not strong," he said. "She never has been."

"She had me at me at fifteen years old and raised me on her own until she came to New York and the rest of our family helped," he said, "so I beg to differ, you son of a—"

I covered Aaron's mouth. I whispered to him.

"We do not curse in this family," I told him, "especially at your age."

I turned back to Derrick.

"I came here to tell you one thing, and one thing only, Derrick," I said. "Even though you will probably never be sorry, I forgive you."

"Does that make you feel better about yourself?" He asked, mockingly.

"It gives me peace and frees me," I said. "You'll never be free in any sense. You're going to die in here and unless you change; and by the looks of it, you won't; you're going to go to hell."

"You can't condemn me like that," he said.

"I'm not," I said. "I'm just telling you the facts. You're condemning yourself, and only you can change the outcome."

"Screw you," he told me.

Aaron and I stood up.

"I forgive you for throwing me out of that truck," Aaron said. "You're the one who's not strong. Our strength comes from God, your weakness comes from Satan."

"Go to Hell," Derrick told him.

"No thanks," he said, "I'd rather not be around you ever again."

We started walking away. I heard Derrick yell. I turned around and he was running at me with a switchblade. Aaron hit the knife out of Derrick's hand and punched him in the stomach. He collapsed. Guards ran in and ushered us out as they put handcuffs on him, tighter this time. I called Farkle to pick us up. We walked outside.

"Thank you, Aaron," I said. "I know I told you not to do anything, but it was still defense, so it was acceptable."

"I'm sorry it went bad, mom," he said.

"That's just how he is, Aaron. He hasn't changed," I said. "I got to forgive him to his face. That's what I came for."

He hugged me.

"I love you, mom," he told me.

I smiled.

"I love you too, Lucas Aaron," I told him.

Farkle drove up. We got in the car. He drove away from Attica Prison.

Author's Note: So I decided to not set it during the 8th Season, but it is set a couple of years before the class reunion episode/chapter. The reason I did this is because it took KC seven years to forgive her father, it wouldn't just be a couple of years for KC to forgive Derrick after he approached her again and threw Aaron out of the truck. I also wanted to make it where Aaron could also process his own forgiveness.

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