Here it is! The last chapter of my Erica saga! Hope y'all had fun.

Chapter Fifteen- Find Glory

There was nothing more relaxing then her sneakers pounding against the pavement. Since they had come back two days ago, Erica had been getting up every morning at three and running until five thirty. She couldn't sleep at all and jogging was the only way she could forget the glass slipping through Lauren's body. She made sure to be back by five thirty because her parents got up at five forty five for their morning jog at six fifteen.

But today she was late. She had pushed herself extra hard this morning because she had a nightmare last night and as a result of trying to forget it, she had ran an extra twenty minutes.

Silently she opened the door, hoping her parents would still be in bed. No such luck. They were sitting in the living room sipping coffee, and they looked up at her surprised. She was normally a late riser.

"Hi Mom, Dad."

"Since when do you go jogging at three in the morning?"

"Dad, I just went out for a run, I couldn't sleep, and I didn't get up at three."

"Erica, you forget that we are spies. We heard you get up for the past two days and go out at three in the morning. We followed you the first day and we realized what you were doing."

"YOU FOLLOWED ME? Did you ever think that I might want a little privacy? How could you be so inconsiderate? And maybe I just wanted to jog."

"No Erica, if you just wanted to jog you would have come with us. You're trying to forget what you did; you're trying to make the pain go away."

"Is that such a bad thing Mom? I want the pain to go away! Does it matter how I do it?"

"Yes. You're doing it the wrong way."

"I'm doing it the wrong way? Mom every night I pray that maybe tomorrow the pain will go away, that maybe tomorrow the sun will be shining and all will be right in our little world. That the flowers will bloom and the birds will sing and the animals will do cute little dances across my path. Wishful thinking huh?"

"Erica, don't talk to your mother in that tone. Have you forgotten all we've been through?"

"You mean all you've put her through. It's your entire fault Dad. You married that blonde bitch. You were involved with the sect. You broke Mom's heart. You lied to Mom. You were Mom's handler for the CIA. You got her best friend killed and her other best friend in witness protection program."

"Erica, stop it. Stop taking out your pain like that. It is no one's fault. I have lived with pain my whole life and trust me I've tried to get rid of it the same way you have. I jogged every morning, hoping to forget the pain I felt physically and emotionally when my mother shot me. I took out anger towards other people on missions trying to forget the pain I felt when I found out your father was married. I slept with a man to try to forget the pain I felt. I have done many things to try to forget pain and the only thing that works is talking about it. Because then the pain starts to disappear. And it becomes less and less every day. Then one day, it disappears entirely. I haven't reached that point yet with all of my pain, but honey, I have more pain than you'll every experience."

"I killed someone. I'm a murderer." Erica whispered.

Immediately Sydney and Michael took their daughter into their arms. They let her cry to them about the pain she felt, about how she wasn't sleeping, about everything and anything.

It was evening and Erica had drifted off to sleep on the couch. She was sleeping soundly for the first time in days. Vaughn pulled a wool blanket over her figure and went to go find his wife. Sydney was in the kitchen, crying.

"Baby what's wrong?"

"She's not going to be able to stay out of the family business is she?"

"Probably not, honey."

"Oh Michael, what have we done?"

"Syd, there is nothing we can do. It's in her blood. We'll just have to make sure she is as safe as possible as long as we can."

"Well maybe it will be easier for her, having two parents to turn to instead of one."

"You had two parents."

"Yea but when I wasn't furious with my father, I wasn't talking to my mother so that evens it out."

"We have an extraordinary family."

"That we do Michael. I love you."

"Je t'aime trop bébé." ("I love you too baby.")

The End

Aw. Vaughn speaking French, how unbelievably sexy :drool:. My next fic: For One So Small, should be up tomorrow