So the idea of a flashback scene stuck in my head and here it is. Thnx 4 all the R&Rs. They're gr8!

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Kirsten Cohen had been super excited all day on the 21st of September. The next day she and her husband would be flying out to Scotland to meet their daughter. After a full day of packing and jumping around –literally- her energy had finally drained.

Sandy woke from his sleep at 330am, sensing his wife in distress. He felt her shifting in her sleep so he was sure she was having a nightmare. He perked his elbow up and watched her, waiting until she woke so that he would be the first thing she saw and she would immediately feel safe.

As she tossed and turned Sandy softly caressed his finger over her shoulder and down her cheek hoping she would wake.

"Come on honey, one last push." Sandy said to Kirsten in the delivery room, on a late evening of September 2nd 1990. 9 months had passed and the young couple were finally having their second child; a little baby girl. Kirsten couldn't wait to have a girl in the house. She's always wanted a daughter so this baby was going to make her so happy.

"I can't" Kirsten said breathless, falling back into the bed exhausted. Sandy was standing right beside her, holding her hand with his left and rubbing her thigh with the other.

He squeezed her hand tightly. "Yes you can. One more time! One final push! Ready? 1…2…3!" Kirsten gave one final big, long push and finally they're baby girl was born. Kirsten collapsed back into the bed sighing. "You did it honey! You did it!" Sandy cheered kissing her hot, sweaty cheek.

"Why isn't she crying?" Kirsten asked looking up. "What's wrong? Why isn't she crying?"

The couple both looked up and over to the right where there were a crowd of doctors and nurses swarming around their baby on a small bed for newborns. "She's just having a little trouble breathing, Mrs Cohen." One of the doctors said calmly.

Kirsten panicked. "Why? Why? What's wrong with her? Someone tell me what's wrong with my baby!"

Sandy saw one of the nurses looking up and shaking her head at the doctors. He hoped Kirsten didn't see. They put a small oxygen bag over the little one's mouth but it covered her whole face. They quickly squeezed and released the bag, trying to get her to breath. Kirsten saw what they were doing and gripped Sandy's hand tightly. He covered her hand with both of his.

The doctors and nurses looked up at each other, again shaking their heads. "What's wrong with my baby? Why isn't she breathing? Someone tell me!" Kirsten begged.

The nurses and doctors started to wheel out the bed.

"Where are you taking her?" Sandy asked standing up, demanding to know.

"Just somewhere where we can help her breathe a lot easier." One of the doctors said on his way out.

"She's going to be fine hunny." Sandy reassured Kirsten. "She's fine. She's a Nichol and a Cohen. That's twice the immortality of a normal baby."

Five minutes later Sandy and Kirsten awaited desperately in they're private room. Kirsten had gotten herself dress and she was sitting on the edge of her bed, running her fingers through her hair, trying not to think that the worst had happened. Meanwhile, Sandy was pacing frustrated-ly waiting for necessary answers.

When the doctor came in, Kirsten stood up and walked in front of Sandy. She looked at him hopefully. He looked back at her wishful eyes, hating this part of his job. After a moment of not saying anything, the doctor softly shook his head. "I'm sorry" he whispered.

Kirsten looked away, tears immediately forming in her eyes, then breaking into unbreakable cries. "No. No. No! No!" She cried, shaking her head and turning into Sandy. He put his arms around her and held her close. Over her shoulder, the doctor mouthed "I'm sorry" again to him before leaving. Sandy closed his eyes; he was too beginning to cry.

After a second Kirsten pushed herself out of Sandy's hug. She looked up at him, her face soaked with tear but she looked angry.

"You told me she would be fine!" She yelled between cries, thumping Sandy's chest half-heartedly with both her fists. "You lied to me!" Sandy stood, tears forming but not resisting his wife's grief. Kirsten continued thumping Sandy's chest. "You-you said she would be alright!" Her punches weakened and became less frequent. "You-you…you said…she…". Kirsten stopped hitting Sandy's chest, letting her crying take over. She slid down Sandy's chest, giving in. She knew it wasn't his fault but she was so upset, she didn't know who else to blame but herself or Sandy. But it wasn't Sandy's fault and she shouldn't be blaming him, she needed him. All she really wanted was for him to hold her. Make everything alright.

Sandy fell to the ground with his weeping wife, clinging onto her in his arms. Kirsten threw her arms around Sandy's neck, begging to be held close. "I want my baby girl Sandy!" She cried. "I want my baby girl…"

"I know honey." He told her choking up and rubbing her back. "I do too." He tightened his grip on Kirsten and started to shed tears.

How could this happen to them? Sandy questioned. How could this happen to her? They were so careful. Kirsten was 100 healthy. No drink. No drugs. Kirsten never did drugs! So how could this happen? She was only twenty four! What possibly could have gone wrong?

Kirsten felt a cold tear run down her bare shoulder into her tank top. She knew Sandy was crying too. She sniffed trying to pull herself together so they could be there for each other, not just him for her.

She pulled out of their hug and faced her husband. Only it wasn't Sandy. It was Sandy but he was dead. His skin had all disappeared. He was just bone and muscles. Kirsten looked at him, scared and shocked. She then looked down at her hands, covered in blood. She looked back up, tears forming, but it wasn't Sandy there this time. It was a little girl. The little girl was either Kirsten or she just looked a lot like Kirsten. The little girl cried tears of blood. "Please mummy" she said in an innocent voice "Don't let them take me away."

Kirsten gasped. She awakened from her nightmare with a start. She breathed heavily, reliving what she saw in her sleep.

"Shhh. Baby it's ok." Kirsten saw her beloved Sandy out the corner of her eye. She turned her head and looked up at him and gave a half-hearted smile seeing him there. It was all just a nightmare. "Are you alright?" He asked her concerned.

Kirsten's breathing had slowed down considerably. She smiled at him and nodded "Just a bad dream."

"Well it's all ok now." Sandy whispered "because I'm here." He leant over her and kissed her softly on the lips.

He was right. Everything was ok. Sandy's kisses always made everything better.------------------

ok so that was chapter4! Hope u liked! Next chapter will be in Scotland! I will get more characters involved as the story progresses-ie; Summer, Marissa even Julie and Jimmy at parts prob cause everyone wants to know about mini-Kirsten.