DISCLAIMER: I don't own 7th Heaven or anything related to it besides the content and characters that I created. I also don't really know anything about police business or jails, so sorry.

"We got a bunch of lilacs a day or so ago with a card that said 'Who says flowers can't kill a person? Regards, Evan.' I think you know who sent them." Kevin said in a somber voice.

By that time, they had gotten her a pad and a pen so she could talk with that and she grabbed it and wrote, "Yes, I do and I wanna know how she knows that I'm allergic to lilacs!"

"I don't know yet but I've got some people working on it at the station. All we can do now is try to get better and keep her out of our minds." Kevin said.

Easier said than done, Kay thought and leaned back on the pillows.

…

For the next few hours, they all sat and talked, not noticing there was someone watching them.

Chapter 9: When It Rains

2 WEEKS LATER:

Kay sat up in her bed. It was morning, the first that she had spent in her room. Before that she had been sleeping in the living room (at that point she had still been too weak to make it up the stairs and she refused to be carried). The day was cloudy and the gray light was barely strong enough to make it to her bed.

She had been like that only a few days ago. The surgery took more out of her than she realized and once she found a decently comfortable spot on the couch, she didn't' leave it. She had tried though on one occasion to get up without any help and it had resulted in her crashing down to the floor, narrowly missing the coffee table that had her breakfast cereal on it. That had been the reason for getting up, after all.

Looking around, she saw what remained of her get well soon presents. By then, the flowers had died and the chocolate had been eaten. Now all that was left was cards and teddy bears, but Kay really didn't mind. Finally, she spotted what she was looking for; her cell phone. Since it was a Saturday, she knew that calling Brooke at 9:43am wouldn't get her in trouble with her teacher, so she dialed the familiar number and waited for her best friend to answer.

"Hey, girlie," Brooke said after three rings.

"Hey, I'm really bored. Wanna come over?" Kay said, hoping her friend would.

"Yeah, sure. Can you get out of bed?"

"Yeah, I can walk around now. Hey, maybe I can leave the house?"

"I wouldn't push it if I were you," came the reply.

Kay knew she couldn't, but being in the house for weeks made her sorely miss the fresh air. "Yeah, I know. But you can still come over and make fun of my fashion sense."

"Or lack there of," Brooke said, jokingly, although Kay knew she wasn't. Brooke wasn't the biggest fan of concert tees and ripped jeans, to say the least. For years she had been trying to get Kay to wear something other than that but she didn't succeed very much. "I'll be there in a bit. Bye"

After the two hung up, Kay carefully got out of bed and put on a white tank top and grey slacks. She didn't bother with socks or shoes because it wasn't like she was going outside. When she was dressed, she slowly went to the stairs and sat down at the top. Since she almost fell yesterday, she wasn't in the mood to do it again, so she slide her way down, resting her butt on the steps while easy her feet down, then moving another step down. At the bottom, she used the railing to get up and walked into the kitchen. Well, limped is the word for what she did because as soon as her father saw her, he ran to her side and helped her to the table.

"Thanks," she said when she was seated.

"No problem, although I wish you would have yelled to me that you were coming. I could have helped you," Kevin said, moving to the refrigerator. "What would you like?"

"Umm… orange juice and the box of Fruit Loops," she said. Ever since she was young, she'd always been obsessed with Fruit Loops. So much, in fact, her grandparents started calling her the Fruit Loop Kid.

Once he had given Kay her desired breakfast, he sat down next to her. "So, what are your plans for today?"

"Brooke's coming over in a bit and we're going to hang. You?" she said as she shoved a handful of Fruit Loops into her mouth and hungrily chewed them, tasting their goodness.

"Probably mow the lawn. The weather said it was supposed to rain later on this afternoon, so I want to get it cut before then. Then I don't know what I'm doing but your mother mentioned something about unpacking winter clothes." He shrugged.

"Winter clothes? We live in California. I've never seen it snow here. We only have to dress slightly warmer. It rarely gets cold. Why do we always do that?" Kay said.

"Because we do. Now eat up, cause you and Brooke are helping," her mother said, appearing into view from the laundry room. "Kevin," she said, looking at him. "Before you mow the lawn, can you get the boxes of clothes from the attic? Well, except Jake's…" her voice trailed off and a few tears glittered in her eyes. Kevin, seeing this, twirled up and wrapped her in a tight embrace, gently stroking her hair.

The next few minutes passed in silence except for the sound of crunching and then Lucy composed herself. Wiping the moisture from her cheeks, she said, "Kay, do you have any laundry in your basket upstairs?"

"No."

"Okay," Lucy said and went to the laundry room again.

Less than fifteen minutes later, Brooke showed up and she helped Kay sort through her "summer" clothes. They packed her bathing suits, shorts and sandals in a box and brought them to the hallway, where Kevin would take them to the attic later. Then they fished the "winter" clothing from the dryer and hung it up in her closet. At 2:06pm, they were finished. Of course, throughout the entire time, Brooke didn't stop complaining about Kay's clothes.

"I get it, Brooke. I have no taste. You are Queen of Fashion. Now, can we just listen to music, go through magazines and eat pizza?" Kay said as she laid down on her bed.

"You have pizza?" Brooke said, her eyes widening in anticipation.

"No." Kay said.

"Well, then… what?" Brooke asked, confusion clear on her face.

"I don't know. DAD!" Kay yelled and a second later, Kevin came bounding in like the place was on fire. When she saw that panic was written in his eyes, she quickly said, "Oh, nothing happened, don't freak." When he calmed and got over his anger that she made him think Rebecca was repeatedly stabbing Brooke in the face, he walked over to her. "We want pizza. Lots of pizza. Pizza, pizza, pizza. And Diet Coke's."

Kevin agreed to this, after all it was well passed lunchtime and Lucy was knee deep in mothballs. He called and then went to pick up the pizza.

After they had consumed their pizza and watched a movie, Brooke finally went home.

"I guess the weatherman was wrong. It's still not raining," Kevin said, seeing that the afternoon had turned to night and there was still no downpour.

"Aren't they always?" Kay said. She looked around and finally noticed, "Hey, where's Savannah?"

"She's spending the day with Rob. She said they were looking at colleges. Well, she is. He's already in college." Lucy said, flicking through the channels. Just then, a blast of thunder echoed throughout the house.

"Okay, maybe they were right," Kay said. The family settled on watching a rerun of Malcolm in the Middle and was snuggled under blankets when Kay remembered her dog was still outside and she was very afraid of thunderstorms. "I should go get her," Kay said and reassured her parents that she would be all right before she went to the backdoor.

Just as she opened the door, the sky opened and rain pelted the ground. In seconds she was soaked through and though but she went further outside anyway.

I shoulda put on shoes, she thought as her feet hit the wet ground. The grass and mud squished between her toes but she trudged on. "Alia?" she called. She started walking further before she saw Alia walk towards her.

"Oh there you are, you silly puppy," she said the second before she felt a sharp pain on the back of her head and the world went black.

Sorry it took me so long. I've been pretty busy with getting ready for school again, but I got the time and I wrote it. I'm glad people like "Mother Dearest" but it's an angst story and I needed the extra things for what I'm planning. That's why she's got cancer. And that's why I said so much in the first place, that stuff really isn't important to the story but its reasons why Kennedy's the way she is. Anyway, enough about that. "Could Be A Camden" is my main interest; so this one will be updated more often than "Mother Dearest" until it's done. Okay, review please!