Thousand Mile Wish

Note: This is the sequel to The Last Song, this time I was inspired by Thousand Mile Wish by Finger Eleven. With the mood and tempo of this song, you would think it was a romantic song but in actuality when you read the lyrics, it really isn't. But I hope you enjoy this, and I apologize, it will be angst as the first and I'm debating if there will be a happy ever after, because sometimes there isn't...
Oh and PS, I make a cameo, doing my job, you'll see...if you don't get it, ask after reading.

For two weeks Doctor Thomas Oliver attempted in vain to make amends for what he had done to Kira Ford. To his surprise he found her emotions and patterns no longer predicable. Some mornings he would awaken at her side to find her staring at him. Her doe eyes would be clouded with so many emotions but one thing would always shine through, no matter how dull-love.

He knew that even though he had hurt her in a way he would never know, she would always love him. Within her womb, their child was growing, and their bond was unbreakable. Even with the love and the bond he knew there was one thing that he would spend a long time trying to regain-her trust.

It stung, but he knew he deserved it. He had felt her, and after trying to distance himself to dull the pain of doing that, learning that she had become pregnant. He didn't blame her, he couldn't, in his eyes, she was the supreme innocent and he was the one at fault.

He paused at the second to study her as she slept; her curled hair was tumbled around her face, fanning around her head, haloing her. The innocence that she possessed was never ending in his eyes. He crossed to the couch where she slept and sat beside her. He lifted her limp hand in his and brushed his lips to her knuckles and watched her face. Love surged through him as in her sleep she smiled. He heard a noise and looked up to see Helena watching them from the kitchen doorway. She walked to them and touched her sleeping daughters cheek.

"After you had gone, she would cry in her sleep, and now with you here, she smiles. I cannot hate you Tommy and she doesn't either. She never could, with me, I could, but now seeing her, my only child happy once again, it gives me peace. You two will now experience this as well, as parents. You will see your child grow up and experience the same pain and joys. You will want revenge; you will share in their laughter and weep with them in their suffering. That is parenthood, and I know that with you two raising my grandchild, everything will be fine," Tommy sat and studied Helena, he looked into her eyes, seeing where Kira had inherited hers and smiled, hoping that his daughter, if it was a girl, would inherit that trait as well.

"Thank you Helena, that was beautiful," he said, addressing his future mother in law, bring the pain of never knowing his natural mother back to him for a moment. The woman smiled as she headed back to the kitchen.

"I meant every word, now get your ass in here and help me with the dishes," Tommy laughed and kissed Kira on the forehead before following the woman into the kitchen.

When he got into the kitchen he saw that Helena was struggling with a spaghetti sauce jar. With a gentle smile he took it from her and she bowed to him, giving him the go ahead. With ease he smacked his palm to the lid, the kitchen sounded with the smack as the seal broke and he effortlessly twisted off the lid.

"Damn," Helena said with admiration, he laughed and handed it to her.

"Thank you, when you cook for yourself you learn a thing or two about opening jars," Helena laughed this time as she poured the sauce into a pan.

"Remind me to call you when I need a jar of pickles opened," They both laughed and he began to dry the dishes as she began to cook dinner.

"Crap! We're out of angel hair pasta, would you mind getting some?" Tommy put away the last clean pan.

"No, why?" he asked, Helena shrugged and then explained.

"Kira will kill me if I don't have any, she's very fussy now that she's expecting, hormones," Helena said, waving off her daughters new found eating habits.

"No problem, I'll be right back," Tommy explained and headed out to get the noodles that would make Kira happy. But first he paused and kissed her lightly on the lips and whispered in her ear. "I love you darling, and don't worry I'll be back. I need to keep the new mommy happy," and sleepily Kira responded.

"Thank you...love...you," and was once again asleep. He smiled and headed out to the store. As he headed through the aisle, which housed the pasta, he grabbed two boxes to be safe then paused as he watched a family wander by him.

"...Mommy can I please get some ice cream?" the daughter asked, the mother laughed softly.

"We'll see baby," she promised and her daughter laughed and hugged her mother's leg, only reaching her knees. He smiled and then his cell phone sounded.

"Hello?" he asked, and an odd calm yet panicked voice greeted him from the other end.

"Tommy, its Helena, something has happened, meet us at Reefside General now. Kira needs you," Tommy hung up and dropped the small basket where he had been standing and raced for the parking lot. Going as fast as the speed limit would let him he entered the hospital and headed in.

"Where's Kira Ford?" he asked the receptionist at the front desk, she paused, eyes scanning the computer screen in front of her.

"She's in ER," then added, "You won't be able to get in, immediate family only."

"Like hell! I need to see her, something's happened to her, and my child, if you think a door will stop me, you're wrong," and with that he raced for the ER unit.

As the woman had said, the door remained closed, he buzzed for the people inside to let him in, but he saw no one at the desk.

"Hello!" he yelled and heard someone coming up behind him. He turned to see a young woman in a dark maroon, shirt black pants, and shoes holding a tray approach. Around her neck, suspended by a sea foam green cloth lanyard (it's a cord, look it up) she had a badge on it; she was staring at him sidewise. "Do you work here?"

"No, I just enjoy carrying trays for 8 hours and giving up my feminity to dress in these clothes," came her response. He stared at her blankly for a moment and she blinked at him from behind her glasses.

"Uh...ok, can you let me in?" he asked, once again she stared.

"I'd love to but I can't, I could get fired," she said, after thinking for a moment, looking sincerely sorry.

"I swear I won't say a word, my girlfriend is in there and something's happened. I'm scared for her and our child, please miss?" Tommy said, she sighed and waved her badge at a spot and it the lock clicked open.

"If I get fired, its your ass," she said bluntly, he nodded rapidly.

"It will, I promise," he said and hurried in, and with a shrug, she entered as well, heading to the desk to deliver the tray of food.

Tommy hurried past three doors, looking in each open for less than a second, scanning for Kira or Helena. He finally found them and Kira was lying on a bed, curled in the fetal position sobbing. Helena was holding her and the doctor was looking on sadly.

"Kira...what happened?" he asked softly as he entered, she met his eyes briefly and his presence near her made what ever was bothering her worse.

"Who are you and how did you get in?" the doctor demanded.

"Dr. Thomas Oliver, her fiancé and it was magic now what in the hell happened?" he demanded, wanting nothing more to console Kira.

"Oh yes, you were my daughters Science teacher. Anyways, Dr. Oliver, Ms. Ford has had a miscarriage. Her body wasn't able to properly carry the child. It sometimes happens with first time mothers and may happen more than once," the doctor said, and at that moment, Tommy felt his world fall around him.

His first child was dead.

TBC