A/N: Okay so...my harddrive crashed..no virus like I said. Sooo, that means
all my chapters until..I believe I had until 13 done..have been erased. So
from scratch..I'm trying my darndest to remember what I was writing. It
may take awhile for another post...homework..work and other junk. But I'll
keep em coming if you wish. Enjoy!
Killian and I spent everyday after school together catching up on each others lives. He had brought Evan, Chase and Karis with him so I could get acquainted with my cousins. They would be starting school with me on Monday.
Killian had told me stories of when he and mom had got together when she was still alive. One time she had gotten really hammered when they first met. Other times when she was traveling around, while dad was as well. Apparently, I had once already met my three cousins. I used to play with them...sort of.
This particular Friday night, he, dad and I were sitting at the table, chowing on supper, swapping more stories. Killian was in the middle of a rather interesting story about mom when the phone rang.
"Moira." Dad said, coming back in the room with the cordless. "It's Landon's brother?" He said, somewhat confused.
"Which one?" I snorted taking the phone from him. Suddenly, I wasn't so cheery. Every word that came from Logan's end made my face fall.
"Moira. Landon's been in a car accident. They don't know if he's going to pull through." I damn near dropped the phone. When I hadn't said anything for a minute, dad took the phone from me.
We pulled into the hospital parking lot twenty minutes later. I was numb. I was set on autopilot, making my legs move so I could walk. I'd known Landon since dad and I had moved to Wakenuk when I was eight. It wasn't until I was twelve when we got together. Since then, we had yet to break up. Of course, we'd had our fair share of fights, but nothing ever too serious.
"Come on Moira," Killian said quietly. He and dad were guiding me somewhere.
"Stay strong, baby M." Dad whispered, using my old name. Yes. Strong. That's what I needed to be. Strong for the Durans. They didn't need me bawling my eyes out. They needed a post to lean on. Wait...I needed post to lean on.
We arrived at a waiting room. Logan was staring out a rain streaked window, while his three brothers each slept on a chair. Mr and Mrs Duran weren't in the room. I had to bite my lip.
"Logan?" I near whispered. Logan turned to me, his face white and unemotional. I stepped towards him cautiously. When he held an arm out, I rushed to him. "What happened?" I muffled into his shirt.
"Drunk semi-driver. That stupid bastard plowed right through a stop light and hit him. He walked away without a scratch, Moira. He's the one that should be dying, not Landon."
"I know." I said absently. Landon had never got a ticket in his entire driving career. He never forgot to wear his seatbelt. He never sped, he never endangered anyone. He always stopped at stop signs, stop lights, yellow lights. He always stopped for kids if they wanted to cross. He was the model driver, and now he lay here, in this hospital, dying. I choked back a sob.
I held onto Logan, wishing it was Landon, and we weren't in a hospital. Dad and Killian had moved into the room, and sat down patiently. It wasn't until ten that Killian left, and I forced dad with him. After I hugged and kissed each of them, I went down to the payphone to call Kyrie.
"What?" She said sleepily into the phone.
"Ky, it's Moira."
See seemed to wake up fast. "What's wrong?"
"Semi..drunk..accident...dying." I said numbly, saying every word that came to mind.
"What? Moira, take a nice deep breathe and speak some English. Where you in an accident? Who's drunk?"
"Landon was. A semi..crash. Boom. He's unconscious, and so much blood." I gulped.
"I'll get dressed and come over there."
"No..." I said, finally gaining some sanity. "You can't do anything."
"I can be there for you," she argued.
I shook my head, even though she couldn't see me. "I know you could, but don't. Come after the games tomorrow. Tell me you guys won. You can be there for me tomorrow."
"Are you sure? My brother would just love to drive me over." I knew she was smiling sarcastically.
"Good night Kyrie."
"Night Mo. Try and get some sleep. We all know how you look when you wake up from a short time of sleep. Landon would not like that to be his first vision when he wakes back up, trust me." I hung up with a faint smile. Kyrie could make me smile if the world was ending.
Saturday morning I woke up with a crick in my neck and back, with Jory sleeping in my lap. Logan was on the other side of the room curled up on a couch with Ian and Gaven. He was wide awake, but Ian and Gaven were fast asleep.
I cleared my eyes and throat. "You should sleep Logan." I said hoarsely.
"He's not getting any better. Mom was just in here. He lost so much blood." Logan told me quietly. I looked down at Jory. He looked so innocent. He probably had no clue what was going on. I wished I was him. I wished I was clueless.
"I need to get out of here," I whispered. The white walls were hard on my eyes. All the white was nauseating. White...
"Hey Mummy." It was dad's voice. In his arms was a bundle of purple blankets and...me. He had just walked into a white room, with a very pale looking mom in a white sheeted bed.
Mom rolled over and smiled deeply. "Hey Dad. How's baby M?"
"Baby M needs a name." Dad grinned down at me, as I curled my fist around his finger. "She's got quite a grip."
"About her name. Do you remember those dreams I used to have. I was thinking Moira." Mom said tiredly.
"Moira? Moira Niall. I like it." Dad wiggled his finger in my baby fist.
"Moira Fiona Grace." Mom said. Dad looked away from my face and to mom. A tear formed in his green, green eyes.
"I love you." He leaned down and kissed her.
"Moira?" Logan looked at me concerned like. I shook my head clear, and bit my inner lip. I won't cry. I'm not allowed to cry. Instead, I stood, put Jory back down, and mumbled an excuse about fresh air. "Oh god. I'm so sorry. Did I hit you?" I looked up at the girl that nearly ran me over. Her hair looked rather long, but I couldn't tell for sure. It was plaited into two braids on either side of her head, which hung down in front.
"No."
"Really sorry. I swear the cart's insane. I've crashed into three walls already." She swung her hand slightly, and knocked a water bottle over. "Ok so maybe I'm crazy."
"Nice to meet you crazy." I joked.
"Oh. Right. MJ." She rolled her eyes and smiled. She glanced at her watch. "Oh, gotta go! Nice to meet you..."
"Moira." I filled in.
"Right. Bye. Sorry again." She called, as she ran down the hall. I shook my head as she crashed into another wall.
Please Review!!!
Killian and I spent everyday after school together catching up on each others lives. He had brought Evan, Chase and Karis with him so I could get acquainted with my cousins. They would be starting school with me on Monday.
Killian had told me stories of when he and mom had got together when she was still alive. One time she had gotten really hammered when they first met. Other times when she was traveling around, while dad was as well. Apparently, I had once already met my three cousins. I used to play with them...sort of.
This particular Friday night, he, dad and I were sitting at the table, chowing on supper, swapping more stories. Killian was in the middle of a rather interesting story about mom when the phone rang.
"Moira." Dad said, coming back in the room with the cordless. "It's Landon's brother?" He said, somewhat confused.
"Which one?" I snorted taking the phone from him. Suddenly, I wasn't so cheery. Every word that came from Logan's end made my face fall.
"Moira. Landon's been in a car accident. They don't know if he's going to pull through." I damn near dropped the phone. When I hadn't said anything for a minute, dad took the phone from me.
We pulled into the hospital parking lot twenty minutes later. I was numb. I was set on autopilot, making my legs move so I could walk. I'd known Landon since dad and I had moved to Wakenuk when I was eight. It wasn't until I was twelve when we got together. Since then, we had yet to break up. Of course, we'd had our fair share of fights, but nothing ever too serious.
"Come on Moira," Killian said quietly. He and dad were guiding me somewhere.
"Stay strong, baby M." Dad whispered, using my old name. Yes. Strong. That's what I needed to be. Strong for the Durans. They didn't need me bawling my eyes out. They needed a post to lean on. Wait...I needed post to lean on.
We arrived at a waiting room. Logan was staring out a rain streaked window, while his three brothers each slept on a chair. Mr and Mrs Duran weren't in the room. I had to bite my lip.
"Logan?" I near whispered. Logan turned to me, his face white and unemotional. I stepped towards him cautiously. When he held an arm out, I rushed to him. "What happened?" I muffled into his shirt.
"Drunk semi-driver. That stupid bastard plowed right through a stop light and hit him. He walked away without a scratch, Moira. He's the one that should be dying, not Landon."
"I know." I said absently. Landon had never got a ticket in his entire driving career. He never forgot to wear his seatbelt. He never sped, he never endangered anyone. He always stopped at stop signs, stop lights, yellow lights. He always stopped for kids if they wanted to cross. He was the model driver, and now he lay here, in this hospital, dying. I choked back a sob.
I held onto Logan, wishing it was Landon, and we weren't in a hospital. Dad and Killian had moved into the room, and sat down patiently. It wasn't until ten that Killian left, and I forced dad with him. After I hugged and kissed each of them, I went down to the payphone to call Kyrie.
"What?" She said sleepily into the phone.
"Ky, it's Moira."
See seemed to wake up fast. "What's wrong?"
"Semi..drunk..accident...dying." I said numbly, saying every word that came to mind.
"What? Moira, take a nice deep breathe and speak some English. Where you in an accident? Who's drunk?"
"Landon was. A semi..crash. Boom. He's unconscious, and so much blood." I gulped.
"I'll get dressed and come over there."
"No..." I said, finally gaining some sanity. "You can't do anything."
"I can be there for you," she argued.
I shook my head, even though she couldn't see me. "I know you could, but don't. Come after the games tomorrow. Tell me you guys won. You can be there for me tomorrow."
"Are you sure? My brother would just love to drive me over." I knew she was smiling sarcastically.
"Good night Kyrie."
"Night Mo. Try and get some sleep. We all know how you look when you wake up from a short time of sleep. Landon would not like that to be his first vision when he wakes back up, trust me." I hung up with a faint smile. Kyrie could make me smile if the world was ending.
Saturday morning I woke up with a crick in my neck and back, with Jory sleeping in my lap. Logan was on the other side of the room curled up on a couch with Ian and Gaven. He was wide awake, but Ian and Gaven were fast asleep.
I cleared my eyes and throat. "You should sleep Logan." I said hoarsely.
"He's not getting any better. Mom was just in here. He lost so much blood." Logan told me quietly. I looked down at Jory. He looked so innocent. He probably had no clue what was going on. I wished I was him. I wished I was clueless.
"I need to get out of here," I whispered. The white walls were hard on my eyes. All the white was nauseating. White...
"Hey Mummy." It was dad's voice. In his arms was a bundle of purple blankets and...me. He had just walked into a white room, with a very pale looking mom in a white sheeted bed.
Mom rolled over and smiled deeply. "Hey Dad. How's baby M?"
"Baby M needs a name." Dad grinned down at me, as I curled my fist around his finger. "She's got quite a grip."
"About her name. Do you remember those dreams I used to have. I was thinking Moira." Mom said tiredly.
"Moira? Moira Niall. I like it." Dad wiggled his finger in my baby fist.
"Moira Fiona Grace." Mom said. Dad looked away from my face and to mom. A tear formed in his green, green eyes.
"I love you." He leaned down and kissed her.
"Moira?" Logan looked at me concerned like. I shook my head clear, and bit my inner lip. I won't cry. I'm not allowed to cry. Instead, I stood, put Jory back down, and mumbled an excuse about fresh air. "Oh god. I'm so sorry. Did I hit you?" I looked up at the girl that nearly ran me over. Her hair looked rather long, but I couldn't tell for sure. It was plaited into two braids on either side of her head, which hung down in front.
"No."
"Really sorry. I swear the cart's insane. I've crashed into three walls already." She swung her hand slightly, and knocked a water bottle over. "Ok so maybe I'm crazy."
"Nice to meet you crazy." I joked.
"Oh. Right. MJ." She rolled her eyes and smiled. She glanced at her watch. "Oh, gotta go! Nice to meet you..."
"Moira." I filled in.
"Right. Bye. Sorry again." She called, as she ran down the hall. I shook my head as she crashed into another wall.
Please Review!!!