Disclaimer: I own nothing related to the OC.

A/N: Yay I re-read this story and I missed it!

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Kirsten sat on the couch watching her sons battle in some Star Wars game. Summer was sitting next to Seth and they playfully argued about something. Kirsten had her leg extended the other way on the couch and leaned onto the arm of the couch. She watched as Summer picked at the cast on her wrist and frowned. Nothing had really been said or done about the events with her dad. Come to think about it Kirsten hadn't really tried to fix the events with her own dad either.

"I've got take-out!" Sandy walked in the door holding a huge bag of food.

"Do you think we have enough for Julie and Marissa?" Kirsten questioned, kissing Sandy on the cheek.

"Plenty, you mentioned earlier that Julie might want to come over since she didn't see you in the hospital or something," Sandy smiled. Just then the doorbell rang. Sandy walked to the door and answered.

"Hey kids, go to the pool-house for a little while, we'll come get you when it's time to eat," Sandy told them, opening the door.

"Dad…" Kirsten started, grabbing her crutches and standing up, "What are you doing here?"

"Can we talk, Kiki? Privately?" he asked, standing far back from his daughter.

"Why? A new development bid?" she asked coldly, giving her father a stare.

" Sandy, will you go in the kitchen?" Caleb asked, trying to be friendly to his son-in-law.

"It's up to Kirsten," he told him.

"Fine, we'll talk, but no one says I'm forgiving you," she stared at him, "Can we sit, my leg is killing me."

"Sorry, I forgot Kiki," he said following her into the den. She sat on the couch and stretched her leg out, taking the brace off and yelling to Sandy,

"Can you bring me ice really quick honey?"

"Sure," he yelled back.

"How is everything? I thought you were supposed to be wearing a back brace?" Caleb questioned.

"I'm in pain because of my leg and my back isn't an issue until I'm up and about," she told him, "Last orthopedic appointment they needed me to have my surgery as soon as possible because my bone was still protruding my skin," she explained.

"I'm sorry I haven't been there for you through all of this," he started, "It's just that I didn't want to see you in pain."

"Explain," she told him as she took the ice bag from Sandy and set it on her knee and watched him leave the room.

"When your mother was diagnosed with cancer, I watched her suffer a great deal. She meant a lot to me just like you and Hailey do now. I don't know exactly what I would do if I lost you and hoping that things could go back to normal made me feel better," she thought she saw a tear in his eye.

"I just don't understand why you never even tried to come see me for over a month! Dad, once you knew that I was going to be OK didn't that make you want to see me. If you love me so much then I'd hope that you would tell me once in a while," she leaned back and shut her eyes, she was pretty sure that she was going to lose this battle.

"Because, oh Kiki, I love you so much but I was afraid, I wanted you to be back to normal again!" he threw his arms in the air in frustration and sat down.

"It isn't like I'm paralyzed or have some weird disease or am mentally screwed! I have a couple broken bones and some machinery – yes but dad, you aren't acting like a dad!" she wanted to stand up in his face in frustration but she didn't have the energy and she wasn't supposed to move if she didn't have her brace on.

"Kiki, I made a mistake and I want your forgiveness," he sat on the edge of the couch and rubbed her leg.

"Oww…" she cried, "Anyways, let's take it slow, but one thing I want is to make sure that I can come back to work."

"Sorry about the leg," he apologized, "Anyhow, you are welcome to come back with no pressure because I screwed up and I'm so sorry sweetie, even though you don't believe me, I love you," he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and headed towards the door.

"Dad," she called out, "I'll see you tomorrow, and I love you too." Caleb grinned and waved, passing Julie on the way out.

"Kiks!" she cried, running up to her friend, "Oh my God, I'm sorry I didn't have time to see you in the hospital while you were having surgery, how are you?" She completely ignored the fact that Caleb was leaving the house.

"I'm fine," she semi-lied to Julie about her pain and her frustration.

"I'll be in the kitchen, see you in a few minutes," Julie exclaimed as Kirsten watch Marissa slowly come in the door.

"Hey Kirsten," she smiled, walking over to see her boyfriend's mother.

"Hey Marissa, how are you?"

"Fine, you?"

"In pain but happy."

" Sandy! How's Kirsten?" Julie asked Sandy in the kitchen.

"She's in a lot of pain but her spirits are high," Sandy told her as Kirsten came into the kitchen.

"Am I really?" Kirsten questioned, laughing and hobbling towards the kitchen table, "I'll go get the boys."

"Don't worry about it, I can grab them," Sandy headed towards the door.

"I want to get them," she stopped him, "Get some exercise." She hobbled out the backdoor.

"Hey guys," she walked into the pool-house, "It's dinnertime."

"Thanks," they replied, following her out the door. Summer walked next to Kirsten as Seth and Ryan headed towards the kitchen.

"So I noticed your dad came by," Summer knew that she could talk to Kirsten about these things.

"Yeah, and we made up," she smiled, "I know that you and your dad could never actually make up because the problems with you and your dad and far greater, but I think that we need to do something."
"I totally agree, but I don't really know what, I know that I want to go get some of my older clothes though," Summer told Kirsten.

"How about we go after dinner to your house, see if your dad is home, if he isn't we can get some of your stuff, if he is it's your call," Kirsten suggested, slowly stepping up the step into the house.

"That sounds good," Summer smiled at Kirsten, "Thanks."

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Summer sat in the front seat next to Sandy as Kirsten stretched her leg out in the back. They were about to go over to her house to get her stuff so she could feel more at home.

"Are you going to be OK?" Kirsten leaned up and asked the girl.

"Of course," she responded, sort of lying.

"You'll be great kid," Sandy looked over at her and put his hand on her knee.

"Both hands on the wheel Sandy," Kirsten scolded him as he turned around to smile at her, "PAY ATTENTION!"

"Kirsten, we'll be OK," he reassured her, listening to her sigh.

"Sorry, I still hate the whole riding in the car thing," she looked up towards the front, "Put on some music, not too loud, not like Seth's music, but some Bob Sager or Sinatra or something. By the way I thought Seth was coming."

"He changed his mind, didn't want Ryan to be lonely or something," Summer shrugged.

"Here we are…" Sandy began, "With a car in the driveway…"

"Make up your mind," Kirsten told Summer.

"I'm going to go in, as long as you guys come," she told them with a brave sound in her voice.

"Are you sure?" Kirsten asked her, "You don't have to if you don't really want to."

"I think I can handle it," she looked back and smiled to Kirsten, "Don't worry; you guys will be with me." Sandy hopped out of the car and helped Kirsten out and Summer led them to the door. She took her key out of her purse and opened the door. She first saw her step-mom finding out who was at the door.

"What are you doing here you little shit?" the step-monster asked, Summer didn't let it bother her, "NEIL! SUMMER'S HERE!"

"Summer? Why? What the hell!" her dad headed to the door and saw Summer, Sandy, and Kirsten standing in front of him.

"Didn't think I'd ever show my face in here?" she spat towards her dad. Kirsten took an arm off of her crutch and rubbed Summer on the back.

"Pretty much," he responded.

"Well I just came to get some stuff, then I'm gone," she looked at him and then to her arm.

"Did I do that?" he asked, he seemed pretty sober and sorry.

"Basically…yes," she responded, "When you interrupted my perfectly good shopping trip."

"You know where your room is," he glared at her, becoming angrier.

"I'll stay down here, Sandy will go with you," she told Summer, looking nervously towards Summer's dad.

"You know, I was trying to act nice because you guys were there," he told Kirsten, trying to be rude, "I bet you think that I pity you and wouldn't hurt you because you're crippled." He knocked one of her crutches out from under her arm and she yelped as she fell to the ground.

"You were wrong," he looked at her, "I've gotta go down to the bar and meet my boys now. Later." Kirsten sat on the floor, clutching her hurt leg as the step-monster came in.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," she told Kirsten, helping her up, "I've tried leaving him, but he won't allow it." Kirsten looked at the pain in the ladies eyes.

"It's OK," Kirsten told her, " Sandy can help you if you want him to. He's an amazing lawyer."

"Thanks, I…I think I would like that," she handed Kirsten her crutch, "Is your leg OK?"

"No, not really," she admitted, "That was painful. But I'm sure I'll be OK." Kirsten tried to stop the tears from coming to her eyes. She didn't even know what she was crying about. When she saw Summer and Sandy coming down the stairs she turned as quick as she could and wiped her eyes.

"Just call my cell phone," Kirsten whispered to Summer's stepmother as she slipped her a piece of paper, "If you want help." Kirsten turned towards the door with the two.

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"You OK?" Sandy noted that Kirsten was wincing a little more than usual that night.

"Yeah, fine, sore," she lied, grabbing a bag of ice out of the freezer and heading towards the couch.

"You've seemed a little out of it since we got in the car," Sandy kissed her on the head, "When do you think you'll get to bed?"

"Sometime," she replied, "I don't really know when."

"Well if you want to tell me what is really going on then I'll be in bed," he told her, walking towards the bedroom.

"Wait!" she called, hobbling slowly after him, "I'll tell you in the bedroom." He smiled and picked his wife up and carried her to the bedroom.

"So what's up?" he asked her, setting her gently on the bed.

"God, her dad is awful, worse than I expected. Sandy he knocked me off my crutches ran, hits his wife and will not let her file for a divorce!" Kirsten was yelling now, "I gave her your card, said that you'd help her."

"I will do so, and he knocked you off your crutches? What a mean guy!" Sandy kissed Kirsten.

"Night," she kissed him back, "We'll fix all this."

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A/N: Coming up on the next chapter…back to work, physical therapy and more!