AN: Hello all! Quicker update than last time, huh? I got some great feedback on the contest, and I'm so glad you guys like the idea! I got three offers on judges (Alyssa Halliwell, is one, thank you!) and I thought that nothing could be wrong with four judges! So, those who asked (psychokitty3, piperleo4eva, you guys are so in!) thank you! So our official judges:

psychokitty3

GeminiPiper

piperleo4eva

Alyssa Halliwell

Thank you for your support and lets make this contest a fun one! Without further ado, let's look at Emma's fate…

(Note to the judges: I will email you with details, I promise, within the next few days!)

Leo ran over to the side of the boat and without a moment's hesitation, jumped in after her. Piper screamed and was also in the water before anyone could blink. Then, all hell broke loose. Phoebe shouted her sister's name and Bret tried to call 911, while at the same time, while doing his best to help. People ran around, in a typical scatter-brained panic fashion, while others helped by waiting by the edge.

Leo had gone down with out taking in enough air. And still kept going. Piper spotted Emma first, blood mixing with the eerie hallo of her hair, and her own tears mixed with the water of the lake. She swam for her and at the last moment, Leo swooped in and grabbed her, swimming fiercely for the top.

They burst through a second later, Piper right after them. All of the tension that was built up on the boat washed away. Then, people noticed the head contusion, and the fact that the child wasn't breathing. Leo pushed her up first, then climbed on the boat himself. Piper bobbed along in the water and felt helpless to the situation as Leo began to administer CPR and someone else started the little boat for the shore. "Where are the fucking paramedics?" Phoebe shouted.

"Right there." Ross told her, then watched as Emma coughed, spewing water all over the place.

"Daddy…" the child croaked softly.

Leo didn't even wipe way his tears. "I'm right here, baby, I'm right here." The paramedics ran up to the shore and within moments, had Emma on a stretcher and was careening towards the ambulance. Leo climbed in without another word to the party guests and the ambulance pulled away at break-neck speed. Piper was in a panic. Full-fledged. Lord only knows what could happen. She loved Emma like her own, and her heart ached with stress and worry. Her head clouded with concern, Piper started to jog to the hospital. Screw the party. But she couldn't even remember how far away the hospital was… Well, Bolepick was snap-your-fingers small, she couldn't have had to go that far. Damn, it didn't matter, the only thing that mattered right now was Emma.

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Piper slammed into the tiny hospital in a record setting 7 minutes. Town wasn't that damn small. She was wet from the lake, in a swimsuit and embodied anxiousness. "Where is she?"

A nurse, with short blonde hair, looked up at her in shock. "What?"

"A little girl!" Piper snapped angrily. "Emma Wyatt! Give me the fucking room number now or swear to God—"

The nurse held up her hands. "Wait a minute! She's in with the doctor now, but her father is in the waiting room at the ER—"

Piper stopped listening and tore down the hallway. Wait. Where was the ER? Right. Yep, that's the way they'd gone when she broke her leg. Right. She continued running until turning into a fairly large room. She spotted Leo pacing anxiously by a door. She ran to him and almost collided with him. "Leo, is she…" Piper took a deep, steadying breath. "Leo how is she?"

Leo turned on her with an unexpected fury. "How the fuck do you think she is! She's in the fucking hospital! She's hit her head on a fucking boat!"

Piper was speechless and her mouth made little 'O's of shock. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She shouted finally. "I'm trying to help you for God's sake! I'm not perfect but I'm doing my damndest!" She threw her hands up in the air, and had the feeling that she was going form zero to sixty too fast.

Leo glared at her icily. "Well, apparently, 'your damndest' isn't good enough now is it?"

Piper's eyes flashed dangerously. He'd gone and done it now. "Don't you dare try to pin this on me! Accidents happen and people make mistakes—"

"Yeah, yeah!" he snapped. "And that's why people put erasers on pencils! But a dumbass makes mistakes with kids, Piper!"

"And you're still pinning this on me right!" She didn't wait around for an answer. On sheer adrenaline, she made it back to the hallway without busting into tears. On this same adrenaline, she collided with a woman, briefly noting the hair on her. Like Emma's. An All-American guy glared at her and both continued on their way.

Piper didn't even turn around when she heard Leo say the woman's name was Amy.

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It was late again. Like, midnight late. And she couldn't sleep. Piper turned over in her bed. Yeah, at her house for a change. Maybe that was why she couldn't sleep. Phoebe was with Bret, and she was usually with Leo. She was really beginning to regret the money they'd laid out on this place. Nobody even lived here.

A moment later, there was a knock at the door. Wearing a pair of old boxers and an even older concert tee, she passed down the stairs and into the foyer. She pulled open the door and glared at her visitor. Leo.

"Go away." She said flatly. "I'm pissed at you right now and I don't think this would be a great time for us to talk."

Leo sighed and raked a hand through his hair. He was still wearing the swimming trunks. She couldn't help but notice that he needed a shower. And something to eat. And probably sleep—unless he was going on adrenaline like her. And food. Hell, he needed her. "Pepper," he said the nickname slowly, testing her.

Piper's hand tightened around the door. "Don't 'Pepper' me." She said evenly. "Now go a-way." She stretched the word into syllables.

"Piper, then." Leo sighed again and licked his lips. "God, Piper, I'm a dumbass."

Her mouth twitched with a sarcastic grin. "The magic words." She opened the door wider and stepped back. "Come in."

Leo stepped over the threshold and watched as she let go of the door and started back upstairs. Christ, she was going to make him chase her. He locked the door and followed her. When he reached the bedroom, she was sitting on the edge of her bed, looking at her fingernails. "Piper," he exhaled. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so, sorry. I was worried, I was anxious…" he crossed the room to sit next to her. He felt it when she didn't meet his gaze.

"Do you really think that it's my fault?" Her voice shook with tears.

Leo wrapped his arms around her, felt her warmth. "No…I'm sorry. I get it, I do. You're just trying to help and—"

"You're too proud to take it."

Leo brushed his lips over her cheeks. She felt his breath tickle her throat. "Yes, I am." A heartbeat later: "My family, they sent me home. I got kicked out of the hospital. I was too 'irate'."

Piper laughed. "When can you go back?" she turned to face him more and circled her arms around his waist, felt his hand slide down her waist. He ran his fingertips low under her shirt. His mouth was only a whisper away from her own.

"Tomorrow. So I came to apologize to you. I'm sorry."

Piper sighed. "Me too."

His lips crashed into hers, taking immediate dominance. He started to lower her to her back, nibbling her lips feeling her every curve. Piper ran her hands over his body, eliciting every moan and groan she could. "Piper…" he slowly, removing her clothing, and she did the same to him. "That baby, you keep talking about…I'd like that."

Piper was in a world all her own. The things he was doing to her… "But Leo…" she tried to speak in full sentences, her mind slowly cloudy with arousal. "Money…marriage…Leo, the fish patterned shower curtain…"

"I know." He lowered himself on top of her. "I'd like it anyway."

"When?" she asked dumbly.

"Now."

AN: Well, you guys rock so much! Please, don't forget to spread the word about the contest! All I ask is that you nominate a story through your review to my story or through my email, that way I can be sure every story gets to every judge without mishap, kay?

Another thing is, I'm changing the time limit on old stories. The story just has to have been finished by January 1st of last year. I'll post official contest rules on my bio, so anyone who wants check it out, those'll be up in a few days. Until then, spread the word, nominate stories, just please, lets have fun with this!