Owen picked up the envelope from the lab and carried it to the on call room where he was to meet Teddy. Opening the door he found her lying on the bed half asleep.
"Long night," Owen asked, sitting beside her.
"Yes," Teddy answered, "and this one is killing my energy today."
"What do you need," Owen asked.
"A nap," Teddy admitted, "I was in the OR all night. One emergency bypass and a ruptured triple A. But you have the results."
"You open it," Owen said, putting the envelope in Teddy's hand.
"What are you worried about," Teddy asked.
"What if he's mine," Owen asked.
"Then we get to know him," Teddy said, "we have a son. Christopher will get to know his siblings."
"He'll hate me because I was never there," Owen said, "remember the day Nikki's dad was here and she chose not to see him because he was never there."
"You didn't know," Teddy said, "Nikki's dad made a choice you didn't."
"Can we do it together," Owen asked.
"We can," Teddy replied sitting up and cuddling into his shoulder.
They opened the envelope and unfolded the page.
"Breath Owen," Teddy commanded.
"He's not mine," Owen said.
"Not yours," Teddy confirmed.
"I'm both relieved and disappointed," Owen admitted.
"I know," Teddy said, "You wanted him to be yours and to get to know him."
"I had a lot to make up for," Owen said.
"We just would have had to be honest with Christopher," Teddy said.
"We should phone and tell Tina," Owen said.
"We should," Teddy agreed, "give it a few days. I know you wanted him to be part of our family, to have another child."
"But five and a half months till we meet this one," Owen said, putting his hand on Teddy's stomach.
"I know," Teddy replied, "I had to grab bigger scrubs yesterday. Sooner than I did with Allison."
"A couple weeks and we find out," Owen said.
"Boy," Teddy voted.
"Using Daniel Joseph for a boy," Owen asked.
"We could," Teddy said, "I want to. I like having him named for Dan and Joey."
"If it's another girl could we use Nicole as a middle name," Owen suggested.
"It would fit," Teddy agreed, "Nikki would love it."
"She would," Owen said, "no matter what middle name is for one of our siblings."
"Meghan already got hers," Teddy smiled.
"I wish she was here to see our kids," Owen said.
"I know," Teddy replied, "so do I."
"Five years," Owen shook his head sadly.
In a desert half a world away a redheaded woman sat staring out a window at the night sky.
"Meghan," another woman called.
"Batool," Meghan responded.
"Are you okay," batool asked.
"Homesick," Meghan admitted, "it's my baby sisters birthday this week and she turns 20."
"Twenty thats young," Batool said sitting beside Meghan.
"Nikki is 14 years younger. I have two ideas for my brother but no idea what Nikki could be doing. She was 14 when I came here," Meghan said, "I hadn't had a leave in over a year so she was 13 the last time I saw her."
"Married," Batool suggested.
"Too young," Meghan replied, "she wanted to be a ballerina. She was a great dancer, she's probably dancing somewhere maybe starting to get solo roles."
"Dancing your dad is okay with that," Batool asked.
Meghan shook her head it was one of those cultural differences she would never understand, "my father died when I was six and Nikki's dad left when she was 5 months old. It was just our mother. I want to find out what mom, Owen, Nikki and Nathan are doing let them know I'm alive."
"You can't tell them," Batool reminded.
"I want to," Meghan said, "Nikki was a good kid."
"Who is Owen," Batool asked.
"My older brother," Meghan said, "he's 37. He was my commanding officer. He should be home now probably married to Beth and with a couple of kids."
"Who was Nathan," Batool asked.
"My fiance," Meghan said, "he had just asked me to marry him the day I was captured. He's probably moved on by now. He wouldn't wait five years for me. I want to go home back to Seattle. Introduce my mom to her grandson, hang out and operate with Owen, watch Nikki dance."
"Dancing is okay," Batool asked, "in front of people."
"Nikki is a ballerina," Meghan said, "she practiced 4-6 hours a day. Theres special schools for ballerinas Nikki went to high school at one in Seattle. She was really good we were really proud of her."
"Mama," a little voice called.
"Come here Faroke," Meghan called, opening her arms for her three year old son.
The small boy crawled into her lap, "can you tell me a story?"
"What type of story," Meghan asked, holding him close and kissing the top of his head."
"About uncle Owen and auntie Nikki and grandma," Faroke said.
"I'll tuck you back in and tell you a story," Meghan said. She was home sick and she wanted to talk about her family. Her son would hopefully meet them one day and she wanted him to know about the people she loved. She was praying they were still looking for her and that no one had given up hope.