The Last Song

Note This is a very angsty story based on the song 'The Last Song' by Theory of a Deadman. I don't own that song or the characters.
Timeline Dino Thunder A/U
Rating PG13 (mild language and themes)
Genre Angst/Drama

Kira Ford awoke to find herself alone, calling for him; she found that she was in fact alone. She wrapped her sheets around her body, seeking for a note or message that did not exist. She felt the tears well up within her doe eyes and began to cry. After everything that had gone on, he had left her, everything they had said and everything they had shared. She tried to convince herself that it wasn't her fault and that she must not of heard him say good-bye to her. She, still sobbing, landed on her back and then moved to her side, curling into the fetal position. He was the last person she figured would do that to her. Guess he wasn't the man you thought he was. That's what you get for throwing yourself at him, you knew he was going to use you and leave you, and this is the price you pay. She told herself bitterly, crying harder.

Helena Ford, opened the front door, alarmed by her daughters cries from upstairs, she hadn't heard Kira cry since her father died. She dropped her purse beside the door and didn't even bother to make sure she closed it as she bolted upstairs. She was surprised to see her daughter wrapped up in just her sheet, her clothes scattered on the floor, and the mattress shaking with her sobs.

"Kira, baby, what's the matter?" she asked, going to the side closest to her daughters face.

"He left me, Mom, he left me. After everything we shared?he didn't even say goodbye," Helena gently ran her hand down her daughters face and sat on the bed, aware of what had happened in her absence.

"It'll be ok, sweetie, I promise," Helena swore to Kira, and pulled her to her and held her as she cried.

"It won't, I'm a whore!" she sobbed Helena immediately grasped Kira's chin and made her look into her mothers eyes.

"You are not! You shared a moment with the man you love and something must have come up Kira, I swear to you," Helena said, fury beginning to sing her in blood. Kira didn't respond but instead curled up in her mother's arms and cried.

Week's later Helena knocked on the door of the man who had abandoned her daughter. She was shaking with anger just being there, a picture was clenched in her hand, the proof that she needed him to see. By the second knock she found herself pounding hard on the door.

"Open the damn door!" she yelled and it swung open seconds later, the tall man stared down at her and she shoved her way past him and into the house.

"Hello Mrs. Ford," he said, cordially, and she whipped around and fought the urge to hit him.

"Do not be so cordial to me, not after what you've done to my daughter. You are not the man we both thought you were, I had high hopes for the both of you, but you blew it. How in the hell could you treat my daughter like that? She loved you and now you've been nothing but an ass to her. I hope you're happy, go to her, she needs you and so does my grandchild," with that Helena turned on her heel and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her. A picture fell from the wall and shattered on the ground as the picture from Kira's first ultrasound fluttered at his feet.

Tommy Oliver lifted the small black and white picture up and left the tears leave his eyes. His child, his and Kira's, their child. He had been a bastard and now Kira wasn't the only one suffering, but their child was, holding the picture to his chest he cried for the first time in years. He hated himself for leaving her, for making her feel worthless and like trash. After finally he dried his eyes he grabbed his keys and sped to the Ford's home down town.

Nestled up against the woods, a soft yellow dollhouse loomed over Tommy as he climbed out of his jeep. The delicate house seemed so innocent yet he could feel the depression seeping through the walls, and he hadn't even stepped in. He went to the front door and knocked, Helena opened the door and glared at him, her lips were pursed into a thin line as she looked at him. She stepped aside and let him in and pointed to the stairs. He nodded once and climbed up to the top of the stairs.

He heard soft humming from a room at the end of the hall; it was a mournful and soft tune. It lead him to her room, he shivered as he felt her phantom lips on his skin, her gentle touch, the scent of her skin. He hated himself more in that moment for leaving her than for anything he'd done in his whole life.

When he stopped in the doorway to her room, he saw her sitting in a large, wooden rocking chair that was padded in a soft yellow and white pattern. She didn't look up, but he knew that she knew he was there. He stepped in and knelt in front of her, he opened his mouth to apologize but couldn't form the words. He knew that the words could never express how much he was sorry for leaving. Instead, she knew and scooted forward, then wrapped her arms around him, his cheek pressed to her collarbone and his arms went around her.

"I don't deserve your forgiveness, I can't believe I did that to you," he began as he pulled away, "I promised myself that I wouldn't start a relationship with you because I didn't want to see you hurt. After telling myself that, look what I've done to you. I knew that once we got together, I would never want to leave you. Kira, I couldn't put you through all of the grief about an older man and a younger girl, especially a former student. I don't know what in the hell is wrong with me Kira, but I do love you, and I'm so sorry. I'm sorry," he whispered, and began to cry, Kira was taken back by his tears and began to brush them away.

After he stopped crying, she took his hand and pressed the palm to her lower abdomen.

"Tommy, I won't lie to you. That hurt, I thought for a while that I was just going to die. Then I realized that for the first time I was late and knew that we had a child. I want to be a family for it, I want you to always be there, you are its father," she whispered, he moved his palm from the life that was growing within her to her cheek.

"I'm going to do so much more than that Kira, I want to be more than a father figure. This is my child as well, we created it. I am going to be its father, and I want to be your husband," he stated, Kira gave him a small half smile.

"Is that a proposal?" she asked, he smiled and nodded.

"Of course Kira, I want you to be my wife and I want us to raise our family,"

Kira smiled at him and her eyes shone brightly, and he almost dropped dead when she replied with a soft.

"I'll think about it."

TBC