A/N: Alright, I know I have been on a hiatus for like ever, but you would never believe how much work I have to do with school….but now wonderful summer break is upon me and now I have time to write!

I really am sorry for not updating sooner, but like I said….

Also, I want to say I have received the highest form of flattery from Scary-Girly who is writing a similar story of her own. I thank you for the citation, I do appreciate it! 

One more thing, I re-read my story and I am sorry for the clicheity, that's just the way I am….I find sweet romantic fantasy MUCH more satisfying than the disappointing reality of 'real life'……..enjoy!

Disclaimer: How many times do I have to tell you guys…..I DON"T OWN SWAT! Okay, that said…I do own Megan, Pete, Jason, and all the other characters not mentioned in the awesome movie SWAT

Acknowledgements: I want to take a moment to acknowledge all of you heavenly people who have reviewed my story……again, I apologize for the hiatus…….

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Chapter 6-

Megan and Jim took the next available flight out of L.A. and made their way to Trenton. Not much had been said since Jim had gotten the phone call. The party memory was gone from Megan's head; she didn't even remember the kiss. Brother and sister sat next to each other during the flight, both equally stoic.

'How did this happen to her?' Megan wondered, 'I wonder what is going to happen to me now…..did she suffer much? Could I have saved her if I had only been there?'

'I wonder if she was in a lot of pain.' Jim thought, 'Did she know I still love her? I hope she didn't go thinking I hated her. Mom, I love you so much. I am so sorry I left you…if only I could have told you…'

The plane arrived in Trenton a few hours later, and Megan followed Jim through baggage claim and into a taxi. They went to a small hotel where they silently paid the taxi driver and took their two small suitcases to their third-floor room.

Megan followed Jim, and neither one saw the tears in each others' eyes. When they got to their room, they silently refreshed themselves and went to bed early. It is not everyday that you lose your mother. Jim and Megan were completely lost, like someone had just ripped part of their lives out.

Jim was in the bedroom and Megan was sitting on the couch in the living area. Megan could hear the muffled cries of her big brother through the wall. She couldn't hold back the tears anymore. Crying, she went into the bedroom and sat next to her brother. Megan had not seen her brother cry….ever. It was a strange sight, to see her brother cry.

Not a word was said, but the two simply held each other, and rocking back and forth, they silently comforted each other, both crying so hard.

"I never told her how much I loved her, Megan." Jim confessed to his sister. "She never knew how much I loved her. She died without knowing her boy loved her. I didn't leave because of her; I left because of dad." Jim was crying so terribly now that he couldn't go on.

Megan knew it was her time to console her brother; for once in her life, she had to be the big sibling and she had to be strong, for her brother.

"She knew you loved her, Jim. She always talked about you and how things were so much better when you were here. She knows you loved her, honestly…" Megan continued to hold her brother for the longest time.

Then, as if snapping out of a dream, Jim said, "You are probably hungry; we should eat something." He didn't cry anymore, not a single tear. Megan did her best to hide back the tears as well, but she wasn't as good at hiding her emotions as she once was.

The two of them walked down to a nearby diner and got something to eat. It was nearly nine o'clock at night when they made their way back to the hotel. They went straight to bed after that; they had a busy day tomorrow.

The next morning proved to be a sunny day in Trenton. Jim and Megan both woke up feeling slightly relieved, if that is at all possible. It was as if a burden had been silently lifted from their souls as they slept.

They weren't happy by any means, they were simply at peace with their current situation. Megan and Jim returned to the same diner for breakfast, and then made their way to the office of Ted Harris, the attorney who was handling all of their mother's affairs.

"Here we are," Jim said as they approached the tall brick building sandwiched between a bank and the federal courthouse. They had walked to the office because they both agreed the fresh air was comforting. "Are you ready, Megan? You don't have to go inside if you don't want to. I can talk to Mr. Harris and dad; you can wait out here."

"No. I want to go in; I need to go in with you, Jim. I'll be fine, I promise you." Megan wasn't too sure she would be able to deal with it, but she sure as hell wasn't going to let Jim deal with it alone, not after how good he had been to her."

"Alright then, let's get this over and done with." Jim said as they opened the front door and were directed to the third floor. They paused at the dark oak door that read, 'Office of Ted Harris, Director of affairs of the deceased'.

Something about the word 'deceased' sent a silent shiver through both Jim and Megan. Knocking once, Jim opened the door and the two of them found themselves in front of a very unimpressive man. Ted Harris was in his mid-fifties, with a graying, balding head. He wasn't what you would call 'ugly', but he emanated this ugly personality.

Ted Harris was the kind of guy who would smile at your face, but at the same time drive a kitchen knife through your back. He was dressed in an impeccable black suit with a red silk tie.

Suddenly Megan and Jim felt very homely and underdressed. Megan was wearing a simple baby blue dress that cut off just barely above her knees. She had on a pair of white dress sandals and a white cardigan. Her gorgeous black hair was braided down her back in one long braid.

Jim was wearing a black suit as well, but nothing as impressive as Ted Harris'. Mr. Harris stood as the two entered and welcomed them over to the small wingback chairs in front of his polished desk. Shaking hands with Jim first and then Megan, he then acknowledged their father who was sitting in the third chair.

This was the moment Jim had been dreading. He had had no contact with his father since he walked out on them seven years ago. Jim was surprised at how his father greeted him. Standing up, he graciously shook his son's hand and then gave him a hug.

"Hello, son. It has been far too long." Was Jim mistaken, or were there actual tears trimming the older man's eyes?

"Hello, dad. How are you holding up?" Honestly, Jim didn't care how his father was 'holding up', he knew that his father was probably secretly glad that she had died.

"I'm alright. And Megan, how are you?" He asked, with much less emotion than he had used in addressing his son.

"I'm fine, sir. Thank-you."

"That's good."

"Now," Mr. Harris decided it was finally time to begin the proceedings; he also came across as a not very patient man. "if nobody objects, let us get down to business."

"Our first order of business is preparing the funeral. Did you wish for her to be cremated or buried?"

For some reason, Megan suddenly realized that she couldn't sit here and listen to them discuss how her mother was to be preserved.

"Excuse me, Mr. Harris. Where is your bathroom?" Megan felt as though she was going to be sick and she didn't want to puke all over his shiny desk.

"Go out the door, down the hall, and it is the third door on the left." Mr. Harris said impassively.

"Thank-you." She said as she made her way to the bathroom.

"Now, ashes or burial?" Mr. Harris continued as Megan shut the door behind her.

Feeling as though her feet were made of lead and her stomach was made of jelly, she walked toward the bathroom, feeling very faint. Pausing against the wall, she could feel the hot tears begin to stream down her face.

'Oh no, not here!' Megan silently prayed to a God she knew wasn't listening. 'Please not here, Jesus, please wait until I get to the bathroom.'

Supporting her weight on the wall, she continued the seemingly endless path to the bathroom. Seeing the bathroom door in sight, she let go of the wall and went into the bathroom.

Feeling uncontrollably sick now, she ran to the nearest toilet and vomited. She simply leaned over the toilet, feeling no strength left in her body. The hot tears seared her face as they now fell in uncontrollable sobs. Fighting back fits of shakes and trembles, she leaned back against the stall door and cried.

Megan couldn't remember how long the tears came, but when she finally felt in control of her emotions, she cautiously stood up, supporting herself on the wall of the stall the entire time.

Coming out to the sink area, she splashed her face with ice cold water. The freezing water contrasted with her hot skin and calmed her down greatly. After drying her face, she looked at herself in disbelief.

Her face was red and puffy from crying so hard, and her hair was a mess, with vomit in parts of it and the rest tangled and slightly matted from all the tears.

She also noticed how pale she looked. It was as though all the blood had been drained from her face. Reaching into her small handbag, she undid her braid, brushed her hair thoroughly, and re-braided it. Next she redid her makeup and added a ton of blush, hopefully hiding the paleness underneath.

"The next order of business is reading Mrs. Street's will." Mr. Harris was saying as Megan reentered the office.

Megan silently took a seat next to her brother as he asked in a whisper, "Are you alright, Megan?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Megan responded as strong as she could.

"Now," Mr. Harris said as he cleared his throat, "I am going to read her will. It says that to my husband, Mark Street, I leave all my worldly possessions, including my car and all of my estate. To my darling children, I leave all my monetary funds, including the three bank accounts and two savings bond. Megan, I have left you a savings fund which is intended for your college tuition."

Hearing the last line about the money, Mark's face fell almost to the floor. "What? All of her monetary funds! That's bullshit! I took care of her all these years, and she leaves all her money to them?" With that, he thrust a finger at Megan and Jim. "He-he left her seven years ago without a word? And her! She is a useless piece of shit.."

"Hey! That's enough dad." Jim stood up threateningly and took a step towards his dad. "Megan doesn't deserve that shit from you, not now."

"You stupid little punk, who the hell do you think you are? Talking to me like that?"

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, please stop this bickering." Ted Harris finally said. "It is her will, and her will is law. These are her last wishes and they WILL be followed. Now, please, calm down."

Jim and Mark stared at each other for a moment, and Megan finally tugged at Jim's sleeve, bringing him back to his senses and making him sit down.

"Well, if Jim and Megan are going to have all the money, how am I supposed to support her?" Mark protested. "I don't want to take care of that little bitch anymore, I am giving up all custody of her."

"What?" Jim asked. He took a quick glance at his sister, whose face was as blank as a board.

"You heard me, sonny, you take care of her, you're an adult. I don't want to put up with her shit anymore." As he stood up to leave, he said to Mr. Harris, "Thank-you for your help, Mr. Harris." And with that, he walked out of the office, and out of Megan and Jim's life forever.

The rest of the afternoon was a blur to Megan. She vaguely remembered thanking Mr. Harris and walking out the door behind her brother. She remembered walking out into the bright Trenton sunshine, and walking back to the hotel.

Megan also remembered something about her dad giving up custody or something like that. Her head was suddenly blank, nothing made sense to her anymore. She wasn't sure anything ever would make sense again.

A/N: Okay, a couple of things. First of all, I got the whole Megan going to the bathroom-crying scene from Buffy when Mrs. Summers died and Buffy found her…..second, hope you liked it…..im afraid I am not very good at these kind of scenes……oh well…I tried updating soon, but it won't even let me log in

I'll update as soon as I can log on……..

Review and make me feel all fuzzy and warm again…..

Peace

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