Jack stood there besides Jen's grave. He thought of Amy at home, watching some Disney movie with Doug. A tear rolled down his face a fell on the rose he had set on her grave. He kneeled down. "God Jen. Why did this have to happen. To you." More tears rolled down his face. He sat and buried his face in his hands. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. "You left this for me Jen. You said to read it when Amy got into highschool. I just, don't know if I can wait." The hand with the envelope in it shook. He moved his other hand to open it, but pulled it away. "I won't open in. I promise." He put the envelope back into his pocket and again, let the tears roll. It began to rain.

~

He opened the door and closed it quietly. The dark of night surronded him. He tiptoed over to the couch, where he saw the back of Doug's head, slumped off to the side. He walked closer and saw that Amy had fallen asleep also, her head in Doug's lap. He smiled and started to rewind The Little Mermaid. He tapped Doug on the head. As Doug woke, Jack picked up Amy and carried her upstairs, to what was formally Dawson's room. He looked at the window Joey used to climb through. He laid Amy down on her bed and tucked her in. He then walked back downstairs.

"Is she still asleep?"

"Yea."

"It was late. I was getting worried." Jack sat down on the couch and Doug put his arm around him.

"I was at the graveyard. Talking to Jen. I was toying with opening the letter. I didn't though." He looked deeper into Doug's eyes. Doug wiped a tear from Jack's face, and then kissed him.

"I love you, Jack McPhee." They kissed again, this time longer and more passionatly. Jack tightened his grip on Doug's shoulder, massaging it. He let go and grabbed onto his wrist. He stopped the kiss and pulled Doug upstairs. He threw him onto the bed and started to strip his clothes off.

~

As Jack lay there with his fingers intwined with Doug's and his head on Doug's chest, he thought of how lucky he was. He had a good home, a wonderful partner, and a beautiful daughter. Sure, he missed Jen, but he had a family, and he thanked her for that. Without her, Doug would still be closeted, and he wouldn't have Amy. He smiled and ran his finger up and down Doug's stomach. He fell asleep with a feeling of pure happiness.

~

"Amy? Honey? What's wrong?"

"I don't feel so good."

"Okay, let's get you to the bathroom." Before Doug could lead her there, she vomited all over the carpet.

"I'm sorry, daddy." She started to cry.

"It's okay. It's not your fault. Let's just get you to the bathroom. JACK!" Jack awoke suddenly. He walked over to Amy's room and saw the throw up on the carpet.

"Oh god! Is she okay?"

"Yea. I think it's just the stomach flu."

"Should we call the doctor?"

"Only if it gets worse." Amy sat on the toilet, with her nightie stripped off and thrown in the corner. Doug walked in. "Okay. I'm calling in sick. Jack, she needs a bath."

"Okay." He started the warm water and put in the plug. He kneeled down by Amy, who was still crying. "Honey, does you stomach hurt?"

"My throat is burning."

"That's the stomach acid. Don't worry. We'll get you some warm milk and it will feel better." He put her in the tub, which was now full. She stopped crying and Jack began to soap her off.

~

Doug was making coffee when Jack walked downstairs. "How is she?"

"She'll be fine. She fell asleep." He sat down at the table and Doug sat next to him. He put his hand on top on Jack's and rubbed it. "I'm glad you're here with me. With Amy."

"Where else would I be?" Doug sounded angry.

"I don't mean it that way. in the way you thought I meant it. I meant, I don't know what I would do without you. And I'm glad you're here to help me get through this. through life." They were about to kiss, but the phone ringing interrupted. They touched foreheads and smiled. Jack answered it. "Hello?"

"Yes is this Jack McPhee?"

"Yes, this is he."

"My name is Donald Reynolds and I am with the NYPD. I'm afraid I have some bad news."