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He was hurting. He was hurting and she couldn't reach out to him, hold him. She had tried. When he came in, holding on to her, crying against her stomach, she had tried to pet him. She had felt at ease when she felt his hand cupping her own, massaging her skin. But now she felt like a tsunami was wreaking through her body, trying to push her back to consciousness, making her fight against the darkness again.

She had to tell him something but she couldn't remember what. It was important, too.

You can't die yet. She heard someone command of her, using a voice that wasn't a voice. It was the same someone who had told her to push. He was still here, somewhere, keeping her alive. Your adventure isn't over; Pan, he needs you. They both need you.

She heard someone command of her, using a voice that wasn't a voice. It was the same someone who had told her to push. He was still here, somewhere, keeping her alive. both.

Oh, yeah. Baby was born. And he was okay. He was going to make it all right. But Trunks wasn't, she realized with a wrinkle to her brow. He was dying with her. He had already promised he would. No, Baby needed someone.

Her eyes pushed open almost of their own accord and she regained her focus in a matter of seconds. Her throat felt as if she had swallowed a bag of sand, but she forced herself to speak anyway. It was important.

He hadn't seen her open her eyes yet. "Not your fault," she managed, before closing her eyes again.

"Don't go back to sleep, Pan." She heard the catch in his voice, felt his hand leave hers and knew he was fumbling for the button to call the nurse.

"Not sleepy." She managed. "Just tired."

"Oh, thank you," she heard him triumph. Then she felt his lips as they kissed her face, all over. She forced her own lips to smile, wishing she could return the affection.

"Love you." She mumbled, before the room was bustling again with voices and important sounds.

Everyone was in the room, it seemed, marveling over the fact that she hadn't simply rolled over and died. There were people from all directions, in white coats, checking her vitals and looking at her as if she were a very interesting science experiment.

"She's going to be okay," Dr. Brown pronounced, fifteen minutes later as he came back in the room with her blood test results. "She seems to be making a full recovery and the toxins have been flushed out of her bloodstream. Wonderful news, Mr. Briefs."

"And the baby?" Pan questioned, her voice still hoarse and rough.

"He's fine as well." Dr. Brown informed, stepping aside as a nurse brought the baby into the room. She walked up to Pan and placed the squirming infant in Pan's awaiting arms.

Pan's breath caught, holding the little boy–her little boy–in her arms. He was gorgeous and she knew that she was alive because of him. Because of him and his father, her little family.

Grinning, she looked up at Trunks and made her request, the thought that had brought her out of her troubled, captivating sleep: "I want to name him Gabriel."

Trunks smiled, no trace of jealousy on his face. "Like your fiancé?"

"Like the angel," she corrected him, realizing that it had been Gabriel's voice that had brought her out of the darkness. In some unexplainable way, he had saved her life.

The look on Trunks' face told Pan that he wasn't going to argue with her about this.

"Gabriel it is."

Epilogue

"You have to close your eyes or it's not the same," Pan informed the little boy, giggling as she spun him around.

"Mommy," Gabriel laughed, titling his head back as the wind danced through his maroon curls.

Pan's heart welded with pride and adoration for the little boy spinning around in her arms. She felt this way every time he called her mommy. She paused for a break and felt warm arms snake around her waist to wrap both her and Gabriel in a bear hug.

"Daddy!" Gabe screamed, the smile that overtook his face one worth living the rest of your life for, just to see it again.

Trunks picked the both of them off the ground, spinning them in his arms with superhuman speed. "It's more fun making the wind keep up with you," Trunks told him, keeping a firm grip on the two things he loved most in the world.

If this wasn't heaven, it was so close he couldn't tell the difference and, honestly, he never wanted to.

A/N: That's all folks. Leave a review if you please.

A/N 2: Kudos to Dark Anjel for correcting my spelling of "Gabriel," I was having a dumb moment. I kind of rushed this chapter together. Thanks for all of you who have reviewed so far! You've made my week. And, yes, it's really over. Sorry.