Author's note: I've just upped the rating of this story to M, so please do not read if you're under the age of 17.

"Our top story for this evening is the discovery of multi-millionaire Rupert Cavendish and his wife Selma. Discovered alive on an uninhabited island off the southern tip of the Hawaiian Islands by a passing charter fishing boat that was lost after being blown off course by a sudden gust of wind. This couple has been presumed dead for nearly twenty-four years…"

Selma turns off the TV and stares at the blank screen for several moments before turning towards her husband with a look of amazement on it. He gazes back from his spot next to her on the bed. They're crammed together in the hospital bed that she was assigned; his bed stands empty across the room. With a sigh she rests her head on his chest and he pulls her closer being mindful of the two IV lines that are connected to needles stuck in the back of their hands.

"I still can't believe we're here," she says as she drops the remote onto her lap and then wraps her arm around his emaciated middle. "If you told me twenty-four hours ago that we'd be sitting in a hospital in Honolulu I would have laughed in your face."

"And I wouldn't have blamed you," he replies as he rests his head on top of hers. "It's weird to be under a roof again after all this time. I had given up hope that we'd ever be found."

"Me too," she agrees. "It still boggles the mind. My only complaint is that we haven't been able to get hold of Maggie yet."

"They said that her number is unlisted," he replies. "They want to make sure it is her and not some imposter hoping to get our 'money.'"

"Right," she scoffs. "What money? When we were declared dead everything went to Maggie. We have nothing."

"We have each other," he reminds her as rubs a hand up and down her arm. "What more could we want?"

"How about clothes that don't have a breezeway up the back," she chuckles.

"Ok, there's that, but they're better than the rags that we were wearing, not to mention that they're clean," he points out.

"A razor," she states after a few seconds of silence. "I'm tired of having legs that are hairier than a gorilla's."

"True, I am a bit tired of the hippy look," he replies as he pushes his long hair that rivals his wife's back over his shoulder before scratching at his beard that would make ZZ Top green with envy.

"Maggie," she whispers. "I want my baby back."

"Me too, sweetheart, me too," he whispers back into her hair as he holds her closer and he feels the front of his hospital gown start to get wet.

"ARGH!" Maggie screams in frustration as she slams the phone back down onto its cradle.

"Breaking the phone won't help," Abe gently points out.

"I can't believe this!" she shouts, ignoring his comment as she begins to pace around the room. "They won't let me talk to them, they won't tell me where they are, and to add insult to injury, they don't believe me when I tell them who I am!"

"They are just trying to protect them," he says as he strips his top off once more.

"But I'm their DAUGHTER!" She yells, turning towards him with tears of frustration burning her eyes.

"I know, my love, I know," he replies as he pulls her into his arms.

She wraps her arms around him and as she clings to him for dear life, he's once more thankful that he doesn't need lungs to breathe. They stand like that for several minutes while Maggie gets his skin wet with her tears. After she finally calms down, he brings up a thought that's been mulling around in his head.

"I think I know someone who might be able to help," he suggests.

"Who?" she asks, not looking up at him because she's dreading the answer.

"Manning," he answers.

"No," she growls.

She pushes away from him and stalks out the back door, anger radiating off of her. Susan passes her coming into the family room. She looks from her granddaughter to Abe and back again before crossing her arms across her chest and glaring at Abe.

"What did you do this time?" she demands.

"I suggested that we ask Manning for help in finding her parents," he replies as he picks up his top and starts to put it back on.

"Are you trying to get your gills ripped off?" she asks in disbelief. "Margaret barely tolerates the man and you expect her to want to be indebted to him? If I didn't know better I would swear you had gone completely mad."

"He's not that bad," he states as he buckles the last buckle.

"Who's not that bad?" Peg asks as she walks into the room from the hallway.

"Manning," Susan huffs. "He wants to ask Manning for help."

"I've only met the guy once and I didn't like him," Peg replies. "I can't say as I'd want to ask him for help for anything either unless it was a dire emergency."

"You ask that man for help and you might as well hand your children over to him on a silver platter," Susan puts in. "The man doesn't have a shred of human decency."

"That's not true," Abe replies. "He's the one who told the Australian government where to stick it when Maggie was almost raped."

"WHAT?" Peg and Susan shriek in unison and both pinning Abe with glares that would even make Hellboy nervous.

"And when the blazes did this happen?" Susan demanded.

"Almost a year ago," Abe answers. "We were in Australia investigating a case involving a baginis. The folklore expert that was brought in on the case tried to rape her."

"I bet she gave him a good what fore," Susan states proudly. "Probably taught him a thing or two about messing with a Mage."

"Actually, no, she didn't," Abe hesitantly replies. "He had her trapped. The baginis saved her."

"And what exactly is a bag-a-whatsit?" Peg asks.

"A baginis is a creature that's half woman and half animal that rapes men," Abe responds. "It seems she prefers rapists and after she's done with them, they are unable to perform again."

"Perform what?" Susan questions.

"Umm," Abe stalls.

"Never mind, I think I can figure it out for myself," Susan mutters before narrowing her eyes at him. "So where were you when all this happened?"

"I was out in the desert with Hellboy trying to draw the baginis out," Abe explains. "We didn't realize that she was only targeting rapists. When Maggie's voice came over that radio saying that the baginis took Taylor, my heart nearly stopped. I knew there was something wrong. Her voice was full of fear and anger and I had a feeling it had nothing to do with the baginis. When we got to the area that the baginis took the slime I was about ready to crawl out of my own scales with worry. When we arrived, I picked up what happened between Maggie and the scuzball and I wanted to rip him limb from limb. Maggie stopped me, but I at least got to break his nose. After that, Manning told the Australian government that we won't be helping them with their supernatural problems until further notice because of the attack on Maggie. On the plus side, Taylor's other victims started to come out of the woodwork and charges were pressed against him. I believe he's currently rotting in a jail cell near Sydney."

There are several moments of silence as the others digest this information.

"While that proves there's a human being hiding somewhere under that expensive suit, it doesn't change the fact that he's a bureaucrat through and through," Dr. Hodson states from the doorway. Everyone's a bit startled since no one heard her come in. "I've heard him talking about your kids and Trevor. He's using them as a way to get more funding for the bureau. He was absolute ecstatic when he learned that Maggie was going to have twins. He said he was 'getting two for the price of one.' I went through a lot of effort to give Maggie a chance to bond with the twins before Manning would get a chance to start interfering, please don't ruin all the work I've done."

"What do you mean?" Abe asks, head tilting to the side.

"I mean that if I had been completely honest with Manning, the lot of you would have been back in New Jersey a few weeks ago," Hodson replies.

"You lied…?" Abe starts, totally confused.

"Listen, I've seen the way he looks at Trevor and I know how Manning would like to treat him," Hodson explains. "If Hellboy and Liz weren't his parents, chances are he'd be being raised by some scientists by now. You and Maggie aren't nearly as frightening to him as they are, so he thinks he can do what he wants with the twins once he gets them back to Jersey. You ask for his help and you'll be giving him what he wants. And you'll be breaking your wife's heart. Is that what you want?"

"No," he whispers.

"Good, now go find her, tell her you're sorry and then get her back here," Hodson instructs as she gently pushes Abe towards the door Maggie exited. "Sooner or later someone is going to be in contact with her about her parents."

Abe simply nods and leaves without another word. The others start to give out sighs of relief until they hear the babies wake for their next feeding.

Abe finds Maggie holed up in one of the old stalls in biggest barn. She's found a couple moth eaten horse blankets that have seen much better days and she's using one to sit on while the other is draped over her shoulders. Her knees are pulled up to her chest, her forehead is resting on her knees and it's obvious that she's been crying.

He slides into the stall, strips off his top and gloves again, idly wondering if it would be possible to make him a top that was easier to get in and out of, and sits next to her on the blanket. He reaches over and pulls her towards him. She doesn't fight him as he nearly pulls her into his lap. Instead she just sighs and rubs her cheek against his uniquely textured skin.

They don't talk for some time, but instead sit in a comfortable silence as she carefully traces the stripes on his sides and he gently strokes her shoulder length hair. She can feel him draw breath to speak so she stops tracing his stripes and puts her fingers over his mouth.

He releases the air and kisses the fingers pressed to his lips causing a shiver to run down her spine. She pulls the fingers away and starts to caress his chest and stomach muscles, tracing lines with her nails just above his shorts. A deep groan resonates out of his chest and he can feel her smile against his chest.

He pushes her back enough so that his lips can claim hers in a mind searing kiss. By the time he lets her up for air; her rather deft fingers have found the zipper to his shorts and unzipped them. This is lucky for him since they were starting to get unbearably tight.

He grabs the bottom of her top and she simply holds her arms up as he strips her of the article of clothing. He reaches for her bra and she pushes his hands away as she moves to straddle his lap and then sits on his legs. She kisses him, pinning him to the wall as his hands start to roam over warm flesh before finding the elastic band of her sweats and slides inside of the garment. Nimble fingers find the clasps to his respirator as lips and tongues perform an erotic dance.

As soon as the last piece of equipment is put to the side, he lifts her off of his lap and strips her of her sweats and panties, stopping when he gets to the shoes on her feet. She quickly toes off her tennis shoes and he finishes the job. Once those are tossed to the side, she goes after his shorts. Forcing him to sit up on his knees, she slowly starts to peel off the most stubborn piece of his attire while she leaves a trail of hot wet kisses down his chest and stomach.

A moan escapes from him as her lips go lower, but as soon as the shorts are pulled down to mid-thigh, she pushes him back down onto his backside with his back to the wall. She finishes divesting him of his shorts and then slowly kisses her way back up his legs. By the time she's made it to his upper thighs, he's fairly sure he's going to explode from need.

"Maggie," he says in a strangled whisper.

"Something wrong, my love?" she coyly asks as she retakes her position straddling his legs, but not sitting this time.

"Only if you don't sit down," he growls as he holds his very hard shaft still for her.

She smiles, kisses him and then slowly lowers herself down onto his rod. They both moan with the pleasure of his coolness entering her hot, wet center. After making sure her legs are in proper position, she starts to move up and down on him. Sounds that she didn't dare make this morning when they were in bed, she more than gladly makes now.

He holds onto her, reveling in the feeling of her riding him. It takes every ounce of control he has not to finish this too quickly, to make sure she finds her pleasure. He tries to match her movements as best he can from his rather awkward spot, but he manages to thrust his hips up on her downward strokes. Soon, she's moving faster and the cries become louder. He grabs her hips and few moments later she's screaming his name as she goes flying over the precipice.

The babies have been fed and changed and the great-grandmothers gladly play with the little ones coxing coos and smiles from the little ones. While they're making funny faces and using ridiculous voices at the twins, the phone rings. Peg is closest and not really paying attention to what she's doing when she reaches out and picks up the handset.

"Hello?" she nearly laughs as Dylan gives her another toothless smile.

Susan listens with a half ear as she plays with Morgan. Suddenly, her attention changes as Peg's voice changes from laughing to shocked. She sees the look on her friend's face and hears the voice on the other end of the line.

Clutching Morgan to her breast, Susan is out of her seat and exiting of the room in a flash. Old body or not, she heads for the kitchen and the extension in there as fast as she can. She passes Hodson in the hall on her way to the other phone.

"The phone," Susan nearly shouts not quite able to get the words out as she shoots past the doctor. "Get Maggie!"

The near panic tone in Susan's voice is enough to make Hodson charge through the family room and out the back door that Maggie and Abe went through earlier. She's not sure which way to go until she notices the trampled long grasses leading out to the barns. Not wanting to wait another second, she runs full out towards the outer buildings under rapidly darkening sky.

Maggie lies across Abe's chest, panting and shaking from a combination of exertion and cooling sweat. Abe grabs the second horse blanket and wraps it around her again. After a few moments, she's lets off one last large shudder as he body adjusts to the lack of movement and the cooling air. As soon as he's sure she's recovered enough, his lips and hands start to wander over her body causing her to moan.

"We need to move," she whispers as she kisses his shoulder. "My legs aren't strong enough to do that again."

"Not a problem," he softly replies as he nibbles on her neck. "Hold onto me."

She complies just in time for him to flip her onto her back, managing to not only to get her onto the blanket already on the floor but to stay lodged within her. She gives a squeak of surprise and then a moan of pleasure as he slowly starts to move in and out of her. Soon the moans become cries that echo off of the walls of the stable, sending what few birds that remained in the rafters to take wing.

Hodson reaches the open door and stops just short as she can hear what's going on in there quite clearly. She can feel the blood flowing to the skin of her face and can imagine that she's redder than a cherry. It's one thing to talk to your patient about having intercourse with her husband, it's quite another thing hearing them going at it.

She's torn on what to do. She desperately wants to tell Maggie that there's an important phone call, but really doesn't want to interrupt the happy couple either. While she contemplates what to do, she can hear the cries coming to a fevered pitch. Hoping that she won't have long to wait, she simply stands guard outside the door.

He drives himself into her harder and faster, her screams of pleasure filling his head and pushing him closer to the edge. He tries to hold on for as long as possible and then he feels her walls contract around him as she yells his name at the top of her lungs causing him to follow her over the top, making a noise that can only be called primal. The familiar wash of memories and feelings flood through them like an old friend.

He collapses on top of her, trembling and his heart pounding. After a few moments, their lips find each other and they gently kiss as their bodies slowly calm down. After a few minutes, he pulls away, knowing that lying on top of her makes it hard for her to breathe. He lies down beside her as she curls up next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He grabs the second blanket again and drapes it across the two of them. She lets out a contented sigh and closes her eyes.

"Maggie?" a quite voice calls from the barn door.

Both Maggie and Abe go stiff with surprise. After they both get their hearts out of their throats, they realize who it is.

"Yes, Doctor, what is it?" Maggie tries to ask in a normal voice but instead ends up squeaking.

"There's a phone call for you," Hodson replies, her own voice not quite normal.

Maggie casts a withering gaze at her husband as he tries not to burst out laughing, his body shaking from the effort.

"Can they call back later?" Maggie inquires.

"I think you want to take this call, Maggie," Hodson answers with a very serious tone to her voice this time.

Sigh.

"Very well, I'll be there in a minute," Maggie grumbles as she gets up and starts to get dressed.

Abe also starts to dress and couple of minutes later, they leave the barn, finding the doctor long gone. They follow the path of trampled grass back to the house and enter the family room. They find Peg sitting on the couch holding Dylan and talking on the phone. Once the older woman spots them she smiles though her cheeks are wet with tears.

"Ah, here she is, hold on a second," Peg tells the person on the other end.

Peg holds out the phone and Maggie walks up to her and takes it from her grandmother with a quizzical look on her face. Peg just smiles and Abe walks up behind his wife and wraps his arms around her middle. Still confused, Maggie puts the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" Maggie asks in an uncertain voice.

"Hello, baby girl," a familiar woman's voice greets.

"Hey, little Magpie, how are you?" asks a just as familiar man's voice.

After a moment's silence, Maggie finally answers with a voice quavering with emotion.

"Mom? Daddy?"