Author's Note:  You're all going to hate me…I know you are.  It's like when the dog got murdered in Secret Window!  I'm either going to loose all my reviewers over this or you're all going to start your review's with either "How could you?" or "Die!" 

I trusted you more than anything!  Gwyneth, yer the first mother figure I've ever had…

          The confession that had come from Brenda's mouth five years earlier seemed to haunt her as she sat by her mother's bedside.  Typhoid.  She couldn't believe it.  People died from Typhoid fever.  She almost did.  And if Jack hadn't rushed her to a doctor, then she probably wouldn't be here today.

        It made it worse that Gwyneth thought she was pregnant.  Brenda would have loved having another tike around the house, just as she loved having Matthew around…but to lose the babe…that would be devastating.  Not only for Jack, Brenda and Matty, but for Gwyneth.

        Brenda's heart stopped as she began to stir.  She paused as Gwyneth's green eyes came into view and as they lazily looked around the room.  When they landed on Brenda, she thought she might cry.  The look was not the look of love or compassion, but of confusion.

        Gwyneth took in a deep breath and said in a whisper, "You look familiar…"

        Brenda's eyes enlarged and she grabbed her hand, "Mom!  It's me!  It's Brenda!"

        Gwyneth paused, looking over the young woman, as if trying to remember if she knew a Brenda.  Gwyneth racked her brain as she freed her hand and moved it over Brenda's face.  Brenda…gray eyes…black, long hair…Brenda…Brenda what?  She looks so familiar.  I feel I know her…I have a bond with her…I love her…

        "Brenda," Gwyneth whispered.

        Brenda nodded, tears coming on, "Please remember me mom, please."

        Mom…she calls me mom…she's my daughter?  No…she's Jack's daughter?  That's right…Jack's daughter…our daughter…my daughter.  Gwyneth smiled as she slowly began to remember everything.  The kidnap to Spain, the engagement to a king, Trevor going after her.  "Brenda…" a smile that was familiar to the young pirate surfaced on Gwyneth's face.  "You're home…" she whispered.

        Brenda smiled while swallowing down the tears.  "Trevor came."

        Gwyneth smiled back, "And everything went alright?"

        Why burden her with my problems?  Brenda thought.  "Only because of Trevor."

She nodded, "Just remember sometimes the person you really need is the one you didn't think you wanted."  Brenda paused, looking at her mom like she was some kind of mind reader.  She nodded slightly and watched as her mom slowly fell back asleep. 

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        "Brenda's back."

        Gwyneth slowly woke up in a bed, that was in a bland room.  Nathan was pacing in front of her.  She moaned slightly.  "Why are you still here?" she whined.

        He turned his attention to her, "Because I'm not who you think I am.  I'm not your dear Nathan.  But I am someone who wants you.  And it seems…seems Brenda is giving you strength."

        Gwyneth shook her head and coughed, "I don't understand."

        Nathan sighed, rubbing his temples.  "If I can't get you, then I won't be able to get Jack."

        "What?" she questioned, hearing her husband's name.

        Nathan turned on his heel and spoke with anger in his voice, "I've been trying to get Jack since he first got too close to me!"

        Gwyneth just gave him a confused look and he sighed, frustrated.  "Let me put it into words your small mind will understand… When Beverly left Jack - he wasn't in the best spirits…so to him, I was Beverly.  Trying to lure him to me.  But Brenda saved him from me.  I had to think of another way to get him!  So I got Gibbs.  When Gibbs was gone, Jack was in a worse condition than before - so I tried to get to him then.  Again - his daughter saved him, and then you.  Now that you're his sun and moon…once I get rid of you - Brenda won't be able to do anything."

        Gwyneth's eyes widened as she realized who she was talking to.  "Death." She whispered.

        Nathan dismissed the realization and went on, "But you were harder to get rid of than I thought…than we all thought.  I need Jack.  More than once he's supposed to be mine - but he's not and I'm getting fed up with it!  He's dodged me too many times."  He paused and looked at Gwyneth, "But you're not alone…are you?"

        Fear raced through her body as Gwyneth immediately caught his meaning.  "Nathan, please."

        But he shook his head, "I need Jack, and to get Jack - I need you…and to get you…"

        Tears came to Gwyneth's eyes as she watched helplessly as Nathan approached her.  He slowly laid a hand on her abdomen and then she could feel everything.

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        Jack almost fell out of his chair when a heart-wrenching, ear-piercing scream shot through the house.  He raced upstairs and into his room.  There was Brenda trying desperately to contain the shaking and yelling Gwyneth.  Jack went to her side and tried as well to contain his wife, but nothing seemed to be working.  He swallowed desperately as the screams kept coming, but names were also coming.  His name.  She was screaming for him, but couldn't see him.

        "Gwen!  Gwyneth!  I'm right here!"  He shouted over her.  He shot a glance at his daughter and said, "Brenda, go get a doctor!  Quickly!"

        She nodded and was gone in a flash.  Jack climbed onto the bed and grabbed Gwyneth's face that was wet with sweat and tears and forced her to look at him.  She slowly stopped screaming but started crying instead.  "It hurts, it hurts Jack."

        "What hurts, love?"

        Gwyneth shook her head, "He couldn't have…no…not my babe…"

        Jack paused, "Gwen, tell me what's the matter.  What hurts?"

        The look he got from her after he said that shot fear through him like nothing ever had.  "My baby…"  she whispered through tears. 

        Jack tried hard to clear his head, the worst possible scenarios coming to his head, "Love, you have t' be more specific…"

        "Dad!" Jack heard, it was Brenda.  He turned and there was the doctor and Brenda in the doorway.  Jack didn't move from his wife's side as the doctor came closer.  The man glanced at Jack, but then began with his duties.  He cleared his throat after a minute and said, "What seems to be the problem?"

        "She's mumbling 'bout the baby…the baby…I don't know what she means…" Jack said, shaking his head.  The doctor sighed, "If you please exit the room…"

        "No!" Jack said quickly, "I'm her bloody husband!" 

        The doctor just looked at him, "I can't do this with you here."

        "Well then maybe I should get someone else!"

        "Jack...please."

        He paused, and then looked at Gwen and then at his daughter.  Brenda didn't really give him a definite look and Gwyneth's eyes were closed while her mouth was mumbling "baby".  He sighed and slowly removed himself from the bed and went out into the hall with his daughter.

        Minutes seemed like hours as the doctor did his examining of Gwyneth in her room.  Soon he came out and Jack was anxious to hear the news. 

        "Nothing has changed from her current state.  Not yet, at least.  She was right and how she knew…the baby's gone."  The doctor paused to let that sink in.  Brenda gasped and Jack just opened his arm to her.  She fell against his chest and listened for more.  "And emotionally, she's worse…which could be bad.  If her emotional state keeps descending, then she won't make it."

        Jack took in a deep breath, "What do you suggest?"

        The doctor sighed and paused, "Don't let her be alone, read to her if you can, tell her things that will cheer her up, not bring her down.  Maybe even try feeding her broth.  You have been doing that, right?"

        Jack shrugged, "Somewhat.  She threw it up the last two times."

        He frowned, "Well try it again.  After she gets in a better mood though."  He shrugged and then excused himself from the house.  Jack and Brenda sighed to each other and both went into Gwyneth's room to try to offer some comfort for the loss.

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        Telling himself that he had to brake things off was harder than actually doing it.  Which is true of most things, but as Trevor stood in front of the Cambridge house, Trevor wished it was the opposite.  He had stopped by Gwyneth's house earlier that day and Jack had told him about the baby. 

        He needed to talk to Katrina, and he was using Gwyneth's condition as an excuse to talk to her.  That seemed wrong to him.  Wasn't he being home enough reason to talk to her?  Don't back out of this.  He took a deep breath and boldly knocked on the door. 

        It opened almost instantly and the servant let him in and he was led to a sitting room.  But as the servant opened the door, Trevor saw Katrina and another man.  The servant apologized quickly as the couple stood up.  "It's fine." Katrina said, "Please leave us."  The servant nodded and did as he was told.  Trevor stood there, not quite sure what to say.

        "You're home…" Katrina started off.

        "I came at a wrong time." Trevor stated, looking at John Robinson.

        John swallowed, "We were just talking…"

        "I didn't say you weren't."

        Katrina and John exchanged a look and John said, "I better get going, now that you're back the Commodore must be wanting another load to ship out…and I can help him…"  Without another word he was gone.

        Katrina bit her lip, "What an unexpected surprise."

        Trevor raised a brow as he went and kissed her cheek, "We have things to talk about, I see."

        She shook her head, "Trevor it's not what you think."

        "What do I think?"

        Katrina paused, "The worst."

        Trevor sighed, "I need to talk to you about something important."

        She swallowed, "What about?"

        He paused, looking around, "You have enough time?"

        Katrina thought for a minute and then something popped up.  "Father and I are eating out tonight…it's mother's anniversary."

        Trevor cleared his throat, "Of course.  Tomorrow then?"

        She nodded.  He bit his lip for a moment and then kissed her cheek again and then promptly left the house.  And right after he got in the carriage he had ridden there, he collapsed and told himself he never wanted to go through that again.

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        In the middle of the night Jack was awoken by a small sound in the front of the house.  He thought it quite odd that he was woken by the smallest things, but it was also a blessing in disguise.  So as he got up and grabbed a pistol, he quietly moved through the door and out into the hallway. 

        He looked over the banister, his dark eyes piercing through the dark and seeing two figures.   One of them was tall and was helping the other with it's coat.  The one he was helping looked too small to be a man and seemed to have feminine features.  A man and a woman.  Couple.  Taking off their coats.

        "Edward?" Jack whispered as he walked down the stairs, his nerves calming down and his gun lowering.  Now he wished he was wearing a shirt.  The woman he was with had to be Faith.  He saw Edward turn around, "Hey Jack…"

        Jack covered himself with one arm and shook hands with Edward, apologized to Faith for his appearance then kissed her cheek.  Finally he asked, "What can I do for you?"

        "Sorry we didn't write, and that we're here so late…but…"

        "Where's Gwyneth?" Faith asked, cutting off her husband.

        Jack sighed, another female to explain this to…  "She's up in the room, sleeping."

        "Is she feeling okay?"

        "No…"

        Jack watched as Faith turned to her husband and whack him on the side of the shoulder.  She whispered harshly, "I can't believe you."

        Jack waited, and Faith sighed as she turned to her brother-in-law, "Edward told me he had a feeling that Gwyneth was on the verge of loosing her life…I trusted him and put us on the quickest ship.  He doubted his feeling was real and…I ignored him…so here we are…"

        Jack nodded in understanding.  "Well…you're somewhat right- at least I hope you are.  She's got Typhoid fever…and the worst part is it is…she lost the child she believed she had."

        Edward and Faith took a moment to process this and then nodded.  Edward told him that they already put their stuff in the barn.  "We should let you two sleep…" he added.

        Jack shrugged and nodded.  They went their different ways, but then Jack remembered something.  He turned on his heel and whispered loudly, "Trevor's back."

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        "Good morning dear."

        Brenda turned sharply and studied the person in front of her.  She was seating herself, not looking at Brenda.  The pirate turned back around, "Mornin' Faith.  Hungry?"

        "A little.  What are you making?"

        "Eggs and toast…" she paused, "Do you want some?"

        Faith nodded, "Please."

        Brenda sighed, and started cracking more eggs.  "I didn't know you were here…" she started off.

        Faith smiled, "You didn't seem shocked…"

        "I hide my feelings well."

        She paused and stood up to warm up some water for tea.  Standing next to Brenda she got a glimpse of her.  Brenda looked tired.  She had large bags underneath her eyes, her long hair seemed messier than usual and her posture looked weak.  "Everything alright?"

        "Other than the fact that my mother just lost a baby and her health is failing you mean?"

        Faith heard the anger and pain in that comment.  She paused, asking herself if she really wanted to do this.  "Yes, other than that."

        Brenda shrugged, "Nothin' I can't deal with myself."

        Faith tried a different approach, "So tell me, how did you and my son escape Spain with your lives?"

        Brenda almost sneered, but held back the urge, "With luck."  When Faith didn't say anything, Brenda figured she wanted more.  She sighed and said, "On the day of my wedding he came in the knick of time and rescued me, telling the King I was engaged to him."

        Faith raised a brow, "Really?"

        Brenda nodded, "The King believed him and let us go."

        Faith was silent for a moment and then said, "I suppose you owe a lot to him, don't you?" she sat down and watched Brenda's body tense as she asked that question.

        "I s'pose."

        "But you two have been close for a while…"

        Brenda shrugged.

        "And maybe this didn't mean much to you."

        She paused, "It meant…hey, what's the deal here?" She asked, turning around, getting fed up with all the questions.

        "You don't look yourself."

        She turned back around, "It's been a tough…month.  And then I come home and mom's sick.  I'm not used to dealin' with all this…stuff!" she said, her voice rising.

        "What stuff, dear?" Faith said, standing up.

        Brenda sighed heavily.  "Ask your son," and with that she left the eggs cooking over the fire and ran to the stables.

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        "Hi."  Brenda almost fell over when she heard the sudden greeting.  She looked to see Trevor.

        "What are you doing here?"

        "I live here too…"

        Brenda felt like turning Trevor into a punching bag.  "I mean what are you doing in the stable.  You scared the heck outta me."

        "I apologize…I was brushing Pearl."

        "Shouldn't you be with Katrina?" Brenda said as she untied the reins and started leading Pearl outside.  Trevor put down the brush and followed her. 

        "I'm actually going to go pick her up and we're going to talk down on the beach."

        "Why tell me?" Brenda asked as she put a saddle on the large beast.

        "Don't you want to know what I'm going to talk about?" He said coming upside on the opposite side of Brenda.  Looking at her was comforting to him.

        She looked away, feeling the same way but not wanting to.  "No.  It's none of my business."

        "It is though."

        "Trevor, just go.  Please."

        He paused, not sure he wanted to.  "You have to face me sometime."

        She looked up, "I know.  But it's not now.  Give me time, Trevor.  Please."

        Trevor sighed and thought that was a fair request.  He still wasn't sure how she felt for him, but he was pretty sure they felt the same for each other.  Thinking this, he left with a little bit of hope for the situation.       

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        Jack had to practically flag Brenda down, from how far away she was.  But she and Pearl came right up to him in no time.  "What?" she asked, a little abruptly.

        Jack frowned, "Your mother wants me to tell you something, and it's a miracle I figured it out throughout her sobs… she says that the person you need the most probably isn't the one you want… or something like that…"

        Brenda nodded, knowing that her mother had told her that before.  "Did she talk to Faith?"

        "No but I did."

        Brenda cursed under her breath, "Dad, she was getting into my business!  Exactly where she didn't belong!"

        "She's a part of this family as well Brenda, an' she cares for you!"

        She frowned, "Well still.  Even if my mood has anything t' do with Trevor- she doesn't need to know.  For all I know she'll go tell him."

        "She hasn't seen him since he left t' go find you.  And the only person she told was me…and I somewhat agree with her."

        Brenda's head turned sharply to meet her father's gaze, "Agree with what?"

        He sighed, "You're not yourself.  And with Gwen being ill…and then the baby…it's put emotional stress on you!  You need to get the things you can resolved."

        Brenda shrugged, looking away, "What if I can't?"

        "Brenda," Jack started out, sounding firm, "You are a Sparrow.  Don't run from this.  You can't.  Love finds you."

        She sighed, it already has.  "I'm not running dad.  I'm doing the sensible thing.  I'm a pirate and he's not!  The kind of trouble we could get in could be endless!  Or…the kind of trouble I could get him into."

        Jack sighed, petting the large beast Brenda was on, "Look, I'm not going to force you to go talk to him or to resolve anything, but think about this, if he loves you, it won't matter."

        "What won't matter?"

        "Anything."

        Brenda looked at her father, but he had already turned around and was walking into the house. 

        He's right you know.

          No, I don't know.  Have I ever been in love before?

        Yes…and with the exact same person.

          Oh cut it out.  Brenda shut her head up quickly and went to go brush Pearl and try to get the thoughts of Trevor out of her head.

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        Trevor took in another deep breath and finally looked at Katrina.  "I'm sorry I've put this off…"

        She shook her head, "It's fine."

        He sighed, "I needed to talk to you because…because I'm afraid things have changed.  It's been more than two months since we've seen each other and…"

        "And?"

        Trevor looked at her gray eyes, thinking of Brenda.  He looked down and took her hands, "To hurt you would be the farthest thing from my mind right now, but to lie to you would be wrong…" he said.  He sighed, looking up and looking her in the eyes, "I can't marry you, Katrina.  Too much has happened.  And I shouldn't have even proposed to you, but I did.  And from the bottom of my heart I apologize."

        Katrina squeezed his hands, "Would it be wrong for me to say that I was going to say the exact same thing?"

        Trevor paused, seriously?  "No kidding…?"

        She shook her head, "A lot of things have happened since you left.  And if I loved you, then I shouldn't have let you go…especially with Brenda…"

        Trevor looked up.  Katrina smiled, "I can tell you're in love with her…"

        He smiled meekly and asked, "And you?"

        She shrugged, "I'm not ready to love, but in time I will be.  And I'll be with the person I'm supposed to be with."

        Trevor smiled.  Finally things were falling into place. 

Or so he thought.

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Brenda wasn't really sure why she was doing this.  Maybe the talk with Jack had empowered her somehow, releasing all of her doubt and independence, and for once leaning on someone she thought she could depend on.

        As she made her way to the beach, Brenda hoped she would say the right things.  And that she wouldn't be intruding on anything, she knew Trevor liked to go to the water side to think, so she just hoped he would forgive her for coming to see him.

        But if he loves me like he says he does…  She sighed.  How did she get herself into this?  Of course she figured no one ever plans to fall in love. 

        What if he wants to get married?  Brenda thought, panicking momentarily.  The thoughts quickly fell out of her head once she saw Trevor. 

And Katrina. 

Holding hands. 

        She paused, trying to figure out what was going on.  She started hyperventilating quietly and before she could turn around and run back to the safety of her own home, Trevor's head turned.  She gasped slightly as his face contorted.  By the look on his face, it looked like he'd been caught.  He quickly let go of Katrina's hands and dashed for Brenda.  But just as their hands dropped, Brenda dashed back to the house. 

        While she ran, she could hear Trevor calling after her.  She shook her head as tears came down her face.  Brenda turned quickly, heading in the opposite direction of the house, instead towards the market place which should've been full at this time.  She would loose him here.

        Brenda ran quickly and darted as many people as she could, trying not to bump into anyone or knock anything over.  But as she darted and turned out of the way for an elderly woman, she caught glimpse of Trevor still coming after her, and not looking or watching where she was going - ran into a large cart of cocoanuts.  She cursed loudly and ran from the scene, hoping she didn't hurt anyone.

        Soon her stamina caught up with her and she didn't hear the faint call of Trevor's voice in the wind.  She slowed down to a jog and looked behind her, Trevor was no where to be seen.  She decided against going to the house - that's probably where he was headed.  Instead she turned around and headed for the dock.

Author Thanks:

          Piper8188:  you must hate me now…I don't think I'm even gonna get a review from you...But that's what makes this story…good!  You can't have all happy endings!  And you'll see my thinking in the next chapter…this whole baby fiasco will make her stronger!  C'mon!  Don't hate me!  Don't like Katrina?  Well you're in luck then!  You must've loved that part of this chapter!  YAY!  Wow…I have a feeling you're like obsessed with babies…but it's just a feeling.

          Dawnie-7: OMG!  I never thought about that!  I love Ross and Rachel…maybe that's had some influence over me subconsciously!  WEIRD!

          PiratePrincess91

          Bitty-Buffy: Whose you're friend?  Does she like, 'There's Your Trouble'?

          The PinkPanther: Well now you know the reaction!  Suitable?  What you expected?  I didn't really want her to be mad at her dad or the circumstances…because she's just tired and worn out and then also mad at Trevor!  Too much for her to deal with.