Of all the words in every tongue known to man, the words "I wish I had…" are the saddest.

More chances.

More opportunities.

More words.

More time.

Kate was only a child when she lost her father. She kept on being told she was too young, or too in the way, and that she should let the adults talk. She was pushed to the side and not even given the opportunity once to speak to her mother about funeral arrangements. Kate knew what suit her father loved, he commented that it was so fine he would like to buried wearing it. At that time Kate didn't know that it would happen so soon. Kate didn't even know if they had found his body so they could lay him to rest.

Kate cried in her bedroom for weeks, holding the blanket up, almost cuddling it, it acting as if it was the only lifeline she had left. No one cared about her or her feelings. She was alone, she was scared, her father had just died and no one cared.

Her mother came to her the day before the funeral. She sat on the end of her bed; her hands crossed in her lap. She didn't look at Kate once and even though Kate tried to make eye contact, to look into her mother's eyes, she got yelled at, told to sit down and behave. Kate was never close with her mother but she was all Kate had left now and she wouldn't even look at her. Kate felt broken, her heart hurt and there was an emptiness in the pit of her stomach, churning and twisting, making her feel as if she was going to throw up.

After being told what to do at the funeral, Kate cried herself to sleep clutching the photo she kept close of her father and herself both smiling at one another. Kate couldn't remember much about the funeral, it was all a blur, she knew there were rich people there, people who didn't care. Not one of them came up to her, they ignored her and only talked to her mother. Kate wished that someone or anyone would care about how she felt. He was her father and to everyone there that meant nothing.

Now here she was, sitting on the couch in her apartment, watching the news for anything new. Hearing her window unlock, Kate smiled as she watched Yelena come inside.

"Close the window, it's freezing," Kate said, hearing a mumble coming from Yelena.

"Fresh air is good for you, Kate Bishop," Yelena replied, picking Kate's legs up from the couch and sliding underneath them, resting them across her thighs. "Are you up for a movie and dinner?"

"Yeah, I think so." Flicking through the channels, Kate stopped on one, there was a riot at the prison, the prison where her mother was being held.

Feeling the remote slip out of her hand, falling to the ground hard enough for the batteries to roll out, Kate felt herself be suddenly glued to the television. She was looking for any sign of her mother, looking her colour of her hair, people with similar body types, anyone that just looked like her. She couldn't spot anyone and the longer the video went on for the more anxiety she was feeling deep within herself.

The video of the prison riot flicked back to the news anchors talking to one another.

"I need to know what happened, I need to know more," Kate quickly said, the panic rising inside of her. The only thing keeping her grounded was Yelena's hands on her legs, drawing soft patterns into her skin, trying to calm her down.

"We will find out more moya lyubov, it's not over yet," Yelena said, trying to keep Kate calm as her fingers danced along the soft skin of Kate's ankle between were her sock finished and her pants stopped.

'We are connected to someone live inside of the building, we can report that there are at least three deaths, three females, names coming in a few minutes.'

"No, no, no, no, no," Kate quickly said, tears spilling down her face.

"We don't know if it's her yet Kate, but come here." Shifting Kate so she was sitting across her lap, Yelena held her close, gently rubbing soothing circles into Kate's back, doing all she knew how to do. Yelena knew that words of hope were no good. Giving someone false hope was never a good experience.

Instead, Yelena pressed soft kisses to Kate's head while gently soothing her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

Resting her head against Yelena's chest, Kate tried to take deep even breaths. She didn't want to work herself up over not knowing the truth but the feelings currently raging through her body were the same ones she felt the day her dad died.

Wiping the tears from her face, Kate watched the television intently. They were back to showing more rioting, prisoners breaking out and jumping the fences. The news anchors were minimised down in the corner, watching the scene unfold. Kate was yet to spot her mother and the longer it took, the quicker the feelings of grief hit her.

'We have word on the three women who have been murdered inside the prison, their names are Ashley Croft, Gianna Garcia, and Eleanor Bishop.'

Hearing her mother's name said clearly by the anchor, Kate felt her entire body freeze. She now had no family left, there was no one left alive that knew about her childhood, her accomplishments, it was all gone.

Feeling the tears break free, Kate loudly sobbed, the only form of comfort was Yelena's arms around her holding her as tightly as they could.

Kate's mind raced with what if's, reminding her of all the times she told her mother another time, or when she cancelled last minute plans because she didn't want to deal with them. Kate regretted not going to the stupid parties, she could see the look of shame on her mother's face at her outfits and it brought on more tears. She felt like she had let her down.

Pursing her lips together, Kate remembered the last time she had ever seen her mother. It was when she had her arrested. Kate's last memory of her was watching as she was handcuffed and placed into the back of police car. Every call her mother tried to make to her she had ignored. She ignored the letters, she ignored Jack. She said she had wanted nothing to do with her mother and now here she was just wishing she could see her one last time, if only for a single second.

Kate felt her heart break, shattering over the floor. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know how to cope. She could hear Yelena trying to say something to her but she couldn't understand what it was. Feeling a soft hand on her upper chest and a hand on her back rubbing soothing circles, Kate took some shaky breaths in and tried to calm down enough to understand Yelena.

"Deep breaths, moya lyubov, I've got you and I'm not going anywhere," Yelena repeated over and over again. The words were soothing, Yelena's touch was soothing. Everything about Yelena was soothing. This was something she wished she had felt when her father died and she was so thankful for it right now.

Trying to steady her breathing as much as she could, Kate realised her throat was on fire, her face covered in tears and Yelena's shirt was soaked right through with her tears.

"I'm sorry," Kate said as best she could, picking up the glass of water off the coffee table and downing the whole thing.

"Do not be sorry, never be sorry for your feelings. I'm here for you my love, I'm not going anywhere, I promise you that. I love you so much and I don't want to leave you alone." Placing a kiss on Kate's upper arm, Yelena let her hand fall to the small of Kate's back.

"I don't want this to be real," Kate said, barely above a whisper.

"I know," Yelena replied, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against Kate's arm.

"I love you, Yelena, so much," Kate said, shifting so she was facing Yelena. Leaning in, Kate placed a soft kiss against Yelena's lips, resting their foreheads together. "Please stay the night."

"I'm not going anywhere for as long as you need me. I love you, Kate Bishop." Pulling Kate closer to her as a fresh wave of tears started to fall, Yelena held her, trying to comfort her. "Tell me what is going on in your head?"

"A funeral, I need to organise one for her. She was the only family I had left and no there is no one. She deserves to be buried next to my dad. They really did love each other. I don't think I can do it alone, Yelena, I can't."

"I'll be there every step of the way, you are not alone Kate, and you never will be again," Yelena softly said, pressing her lips to Kate's temple.

"I ignored all of her attempts to reach out to me, if I had known she was going to be killed I would have done more…" hearing her own voice begin to crack, Kate cuddled in closer to Yelena and cried some more.

"I don't think I can do it," Kate softly said, fifteen minutes later.

"Do what?" Yelena gently asked, wiping the stray tears from Kate's face.

"Identifying the body." Looking up into Yelena's green eyes, Kate searched them as if they held the answers to the universe.

"I will do it for you or I will go with you, whatever you prefer, moya lyubov." Seeing Kate yawn, Yelena tried to suppress her own. The news had finished over two hours ago, now some old movie was playing in the background.

"Come cuddle me in bed? I need you with me tonight," Kate softly asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Anything for you, moya lyubov."

Quickly doing their night routine, Yelena turned off the television, the lights and joined Kate in bed.

Feeling the mattress shift as Yelena joined her, Kate shuffled closer and didn't resist when Yelena pulled her into her arms and held her close.

"I love you Kate and I promise you that you'll never be alone. I'm always going to be here for you, no matter what."

Feeling Yelena press a soft kiss to her forehead, Kate closed her eyes and softly sighed. Kate did have someone now, she had Yelena, the love of her life, and now she knew that she would never be alone again.

Of all the words in every tongue known to man, the words "I wish I had…" are the saddest.

More chances.

More opportunities.

More words.

More time.

Kate feels that for Eleanor.

She vows never to feel that with Yelena.