DISCLAIMER: I do not own 7th Heaven or anything related to 7th Heaven. All medical information on this story is either half-truth or completely made up. I am not a doctor. Also, if you are a fan of the happy relationships in 7th Heaven, don't read. Thos story contains a "rebel" who doesn't agree with her family and not so nice language and themes are sometimes used. Thank you. Enjoy! PS: this part contains some characters from another story called D4 from PaUlKaRiYaSgUrL9. She (the author) let me use them. Therefore I don't own them or the characters from the Mighty Ducks. Don't worry, they are just minor players, they will have no impact on the story aside from that they are friends.

"Sorry, Kay. If you wanna fuck with family and the life I've got, then you've got another thing coming to ya. You aren't taking away everything that I've got because you're a basket case." He touched the wall that connected their rooms. "I'll destroy you before you can do that." An eerie grin touched his face. For a moment, a part of him wanted to stop what he was going to do. It even wondered if what she had wasn't in him too. But Jake pushed those thoughts away and climbed into bed. Pulling the covers onto himself more, he turned over and fell into a wonder sleep.

Chapter 17: The Morning After The World Ended

The next morning was so peaceful, and unless she had actually witnessed it, Lucy would have never known that anything was wrong. But, of course, something was wrong. Very wrong. Last night her youngest daughter had driven a wedge into the family unity and it was sinking in deeper. She could feel it.

After she finished crying, she had snuck into bed, although if she had woken Kevin up, she didn't think he'd have shown it. In some ways, she thought, last night's explosion hurt him more than her. Not because she started yelling at him, or because he gave Kay the name that meant "beloved". It hurt him more because every time he talked with Kay, he would go back to his wife and say things like, "She's getting better. I can feel her wanting to open up to me," or "Luce, I can feel it. She wants to be a part of the family." In his heart, he believed that his daughter was going to come back to them. Now, Lucy knew otherwise. Their daughter was never even there to begin with.

When she woke up, she smelt coffee coming from downstairs. It had drifted into the open doorway of the room she shared with her husband. Inhaling deeply, she pushed sleep away and prepared herself for the day. Downstairs, a billion pieces of drama were waiting and she knew she needed to be prepared for every one of them.

She closed the door and began changing into some comfortable clothing for the day. While she was putting on a pair of gray slacks, an idea for her sermon on Sunday occurred to her. The Importance of Family Unity. A nice topic, she supposed, but she wouldn't turn herself into a hypocrite for a good sermon. Never had she lied in a sermon or said anything that she herself didn't do or wasn't planning to do. She wouldn't do it now just because her life was slowly falling down around her.

A few minutes later, she emerged around the corner from the stairs to the kitchen. Savannah was already dressed, quite nicely in a pair a faded blue jeans and a green peasant top with green sandals to match, and was making breakfast. "This is a first." Lucy said as she walked to Savannah and peered over her shoulder.

"Well, I figured that you wouldn't be into cooking very much today. So, I decided to get up and do it. It's not like I could sleep very well, anyway," she said and smiled shyly. Lucy rubbed her shoulder in a small, but appreciative way and went to get some coffee. "Oh yeah, Daddy already left. He had some coffee, turned on the news for a bit and left. He didn't look so good."

Lucy grimaced. Not because of her husband appearance; she expected that and condoned it. It was because of the coffee. Don't go into the culinary arts, dear, she thought and swallowed another mouthful of the disgusting brew. It was gross, but it was strong and Lucy knew that she was going to need all the added energy she could get.

"There was this thing on the news. Apparently, the cops are still looking for that girl who killed her boyfriend." Savannah said without looking at her mother. She was busy finishing making pancakes.

"Hmm." Lucy said, still lost in her own thoughts and Savannah decided not to press it.

Suddenly a dark haired figure tentatively peeked her head around the corner and met her eyes with Lucy's. Slowly, it stepped into the kitchen, with its hands entwined and its feet shuffling. A nervous smile briefly found its way to its face before disappearing again. "Hi, mom."

Lucy saw her daughter inch in and was careful not to make any sudden moves. She wasn't afraid that Kay would attack, that was ridiculous, but she was afraid that she would run away. After her confession last night, she knew this morning was going to be tough on her. "Good morning, Kay. How are you feeling?"

Kay saw the concern on her mother's face, even though she knew she was trying to hide it. Deep inside, this touched her. Who knew? Maybe there was hope for her after all. "I'm alright, considering," She said and got a glass of orange juice.

Before she could sit at the table with her full glass, Savannah was already placing a plate filled with mostly black pancakes in the center of the table. A moment later, after Kay had taken her seat, Savannah had gotten four plates out of the cabinet and placed them on the table in front of their respective owners or chairs. She looked around, then at her mother with a confused look on her face. "Where's Jake?"

Jake looked at his ceiling. A big, blank spot of white looked back. He smiled and thought, Oh boy, this is gonna be a great day, and he chuckled lightly to himself.

He had been awake for a very long time now and more and more he was beginning to get antsy with anticipation.

He had heard Savannah get up, quite early actually. He thought she needed her beauty sleep, as she had called it more than always.

He had heard his father get up, exactly when he was supposed. His father, no matter what job he had, no matter what time he had to be at work, no matter if he had work or not, always got up at 5:00am. The only exception was if he was needed earlier than that and that happened a total of 3 times in Jake's life.

He heard his mother get up, around the same time she always did. He didn't know how she slept through Kevin's waking rituals; it woke him up every day. It woke everyone up everyday. (His father had the habit of stumbling, tripping, mildly cursing very loudly and falling when he tried to put his slippers on in the pitch black darkness. Also, he moved heavily, meaning that every step he took echoed throughout the house).

He heard Kay get up, last, as always. She was just slow, and according to her, completely fucked up, so why wouldn't she be the last? To him, she would always be last and he didn't mean when it came to time.

Thinking of his little sister made him very happy. She never had that affect of him before, but now she did. Because he knew that she would feel misery that she never felt before in only a few short hours. Quietly, he laughed again.

He gave a quick glance at the clock and got up. Before he got dressed (in a pair of blue jeans and a polo shirt), he signed in to his Instant Messenger. In a matter of seconds, he got a response:

MrCompGenius0101: It's been taken care of.

"That's all I wanted to know." Jake said and went off to pretend to be the son his family knew him to be.

Sorry, I went on vacation. You see, I got home from work and my boyfriend was like, "Get packed, we're going to Florida for the week." Needless to say, it was a romantic, spur of the moment kinda thing and I couldn't warn about a late update. Hope you enjoy this chapter, though. And this is a three parter. The next will come in two days. Haha, cliffhanger. PS: I have an addiction to Billy Idol. I need help. Teehee.